Chapter 371

As Lin Zhaoyue’s sword-qi barrier condensed into a pale cyan film above her head, the series of footsteps in Ye Fan’s ears became distinct enough to discern the crunch of boot soles grinding against pine needles. Thin sweat beaded on his palms as he gripped the Dao Foundation Fragments, while the mountains and rivers inside his Inner World still trembled slightly—the bone-chilling sensation of being watched by a poisonous snake just before his fall in the previous life crawled up his spine. "Hide," he low-voiced a command, his tone like an ice-tempered sword. Su Qingxue’s skirt hem had just brushed the bushes beside the corpse when Chu Hongzhuan’s Silver Silkworm Gu spat silver threads to wrap the bloodstains into a cocoon. Qin Wǎnshuāng reversed her grip to plunge her Soft Sword into the dirt, the Dao Foundation Fragment dangling from the sword tassel casting two dim lights. Lin Zhaoyue’s sword-qi barrier instantly retracted, leaving in the entire mountain col only the sound of the pine waves and the breath of the five people, who had nearly simultaneously quieted their breathing.