Midnight moonlight, resembling a layer of cold frost, dyed the glazed tiles of the Nether Palace a pale blue-white. The two characters for "Nether" on the palace gates glowed with a dark red, resembling two dying embers flickering in the night wind.
Ye Fan stood before the palace gates, his knuckles unconsciously rubbing the Black Jade Box. Inside the box, the roots of the Heavenly Wood Bud gently poked his palm, as if reminding him of something. He could hear the steady breathing of the four women behind him—Su Qingxue's short flute rested against her lips; Lin Zhaoyue's sword scabbard tapped against the jade pendant at her waist; Chǔ Hóngzhuāng's Silver Gu buzzed in her hair; Qín Wǎnshuāng's fingertips were twisting half of a bronze formation flag.
"Hongzhuang." Ye Fan turned his face slightly, his gaze sweeping across the four of them. "Scout the way."
Chapter 320