The morning mist had not yet lifted, and the contours of Cold Plum Valley loomed indistinctly in the grey-white haze. The fragrance of plum blossoms mixed with a damp, chilling wind, slipping inside everyone's collars.
Ye Fan paused in his stride, a sudden chill prickling the back of his neck—that deep blue figure was drifting over from the direction of the ruined stone houses. With every step, the pebbles on the ground shattered beneath his feet, as if he were treading on everyone's taut nerves.
"Stop right there," the Man in Black rasped, his voice sounding like a rusty blade grinding together. "Who gave you permission to come to Cold Plum Valley?"
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