Night wind swept over the ruined walls, carrying with it the scent of charred ash. Ye Fan’s boot ground against half a piece of melted glazed tile, producing a crisp, shattering sound. He tightened his grip slightly on Su Qingxue’s hand—the back of that hand still retained the dampness of the tears she had just wiped away, yet it was now lightly filmed with sweat born of vigilance.
"Who are you, sir? And how did you know where to find us?" His voice was like jade soaked in a cold pool, calm on the surface, but concealing a razor-edge tempered over ten years.
Before his voice had even faded, the shadows deep within the ruins suddenly churned. A dark-robed figure rose from the scorched earth, revealing only a sharp, well-defined jaw beneath a hood, the moonlight casting a cold gleam upon the jade pendant at his waist. "I have been standing here for the time it takes to burn three incense sticks, waiting for you to ask that question."
Chapter 333