The candlelight in the secret chamber swirled in the draft, tearing a gap in the shadows beneath the dark cloak. When the Lord of the Nether Palace slowly stood up, the ebony couch let out a creaking sound, bearing an uncanny resemblance to the cracking of bones echoing from the depths of the Sea of Consciousness when Ye Fan had been devoured by the Hundred Ghosts Devouring Heart Curse in his past life.
His Adam's apple bobbed. The new leaves of the Heavenly Wood Bud within his Inner World suddenly curled into needle-like tips—this was his Unity of Heaven and Man talent sounding the alarm, and the level of danger far exceeded the sum of all his previous clashes with the three major sects of Qinglan City.
"Ah-Ye." Su Qingxue's xiao flute notes suddenly pitched half a step higher, clear and resonant yet laced with three parts sweet cloyingness, like a fine needle gently probing his tense nerves. She had slipped to his side at some unknown moment, her fingertips lightly grazing the back of his neck—the secret signal for "soul-settling" they had agreed upon.
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