When the dazzling light burst before everyone's eyes and then dissipated, Ye Fan was the first to feel the Jiuxiao Huanpei in his Inner World tremble slightly. He slightly curled his fingers, and the warmth of the Dao Foundation Fragment in his palm seeped through his skin and into his blood vessels—this was the proof confirming that they had truly escaped the mystic realm.
"Ahem." Su Qingxue's jade flute slipped from her lips, the gold tassel at the end brushing past the reddened corner of her eye, where half a grain of gold powder shattered by the flute's sound still clung. She raised her sleeve to cover her lips and coughed lightly, the pearl hairpin in her hair casting a faint glow in the morning light: "The teleportation array of this mystic realm... is even more jarring than the old antiques of Hanmei Pavilion."
Lin Zhaoyue's Primordial Sword had long since been sheathed, though the half-piece of ghost-face scrap paper still hung from the sword tassel. Lowering her gaze, she brushed her fingertips across the tassel, and sword Qi condensed into a veil-like membrane of light around her—this was the habitual vigilance unique to a sword cultivator. "The concentration of spiritual Qi is wrong." She raised her eyes to look around, "The miasma and Qi from the mystic realm are still lingering around us."
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