When the mist drifted over the soles of everyone's boots, a chill first crept up the back of Ye Fan's neck. His fingertips gently tapped the Jiuxiao Huanpei at his waist. This zither-shaped divine artifact was now vibrating faintly against his ribs—in his past life, he had used this very item to probe the sea of lightning in the Thirty-Three Heavens, and its current vibration frequency was clearly warning that danger was approaching.
"Lady Su," he turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the figure in the team most skilled in concealment, "could I trouble you to scout half a mile ahead?"
The cinnabar mole at the corner of Su Qingxue's eye flickered with a light laugh, and with a sweep of her wide sleeves, her entire figure vanished into the mist like moonlight melting into a pool of water. Her jade flute was still tucked at her waist, and the drops of blood that had splattered onto it while slaying the Space-Time Beast were trickling down the flute body, forming tiny red dots suspended in the mist.
Chapter 365