The air in the secret chamber felt as though it had congealed into a layer of frost. The dark golden patterns on the back of Ye Fan's neck were still burning with pain, and the depths of his Sea of Consciousness felt as if a dull blade were slicing back and forth, yet a low chuckle spilled from his throat—the illusory mountains and rivers within his Inner World were spinning faster, and the Yuanqi drawn away by the dark golden patterns was surging back along a profound trajectory he had just deduced, flowing out from the zither strings of the Jiuxiao Huanpei.
"Palace Master Ye, the Heavenly Dao Fragment you delivered has actually helped me complete the resonance between my Inner World and the external world." He flicked his finger and struck the Jiuxiao Huanpei once more, this time the zither music wrapped in shards of golden light, stabbing straight toward Ye Wuji's face like thousands of silver needles.
Just as Ye Wuji raised his arm to block, a cold gleam suddenly flashed on his left. Mo Liusu's short blade brushed past his ribs, trailing a thin line of blood—the old assassin's face was as pale and grey as a ghost's from poison, but the hand holding the blade was frighteningly steady, and even the angle of his strike was precise to the smallest fraction.
Chapter 353