Moonlight filtered through bark that resembled bronze scales, weaving mottled patches of light around everyone's feet. Ye Fan's Primordial Sword hummed and trembled slightly, the scabbard feeling a third warmer against his palm than usual—a sign that the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth was resonating with the residual spirit within the sword as the star map of his Inner World rotated.
He lowered his gaze to sweep across the four people beside him. Su Qingxue's fingertips were leisurely rubbing the datura-embroidered sachet at her waist, though her knuckles had turned white from exertion; Lin Zhaoyue's delicate hand rested on her sword hilt, the silver bells on her wrist chiming softly with her breathing, an involuntary movement she made when channeling her sword Qi; the Golden-Headed Gu atop Chu Hongzhuang's head suddenly fluttered its wings, tracing a half-red streak past her ear, while the corner of her eye curved upward as if she had discovered a new toy; Qin Wan'shuang's Heart-Protecting Jade made her collarbone burn red, yet she counter-handed and tightened the straps of her soft armor by another two inches, the soft clink of the armor plates carrying an indescribable neatness.
"Uncle Zhou..." Mo Liusu's voice trembled.
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