Gravel from the vaulted ceiling of the bronze secret chamber pattered down. Ye Fan gripped the scorching bronze scroll, its sharp edges pressing red marks into his palm. He could hear the rapid thud of footsteps from above—at least twenty Qi Condensation Realm auras were pressing down along the tunnel. The man in the black robe clearly had a contingency plan prepared.
"Su Qingxue, guard the left!" Pulling her by the wrist, he dashed toward the tunnel entrance, his peripheral vision catching the sway of the ice crystals on her earrings.
Su Qingxue whipped her ice strings across her chest, her fingertips plucking lightly as a blade of sound grazed past the back of his neck, slicing through three venomous needles hanging from above. Smudged by cold sweat, the rouge at the corners of her eyes failed to diminish her bewitching smile. "Young Master Ye is quite practiced at dragging people along. In your past life, were you an expert at eloping with maidens?"
Chapter 342