When Ye Fan regained consciousness, the first thing he tasted was a mouthful of fishy sweetness. His eyelashes fluttered, and the double vision in his field of view gradually coalesced into Lin Zhaoyue's tear-stained face. The young girl still held her sword, the tip pointing downward, yet it trembled uncontrollably. A single teardrop fell from her chin onto the back of his hand—blisteringly hot.
"Awake?" Su Qingxue's voice, laced with the fragrance of medicine, drifted into his ears. She was kneeling beside him at some point, her fingertips pressed against the Dazhui acupoint at the nape of his neck, the warmth radiating from her palms channeling into his meridians. "The fractures in your Inner World have been suppressed, but blood is seeping from all seven of your facial orifices. That just now..." Her voice turned strained at the end, her rouge-tinted nails digging slightly into his shoulder armor. "You almost scared me to death."
"Would the Pavilion Master's daughter really be scared to death?" Chu Hongzhang's voice came from his left, carrying a deliberate lightness. Ye Fan turned his head slightly and saw her holding half a Gu Insect flute shattered into three pieces, her fingertips rubbing over the cracks while the silver butterfly hairpin in her hair swayed gently with the movement. "Did you swallow my last life-extending Gu or not? If you didn't—"
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