As mountain wind whipped black mist across the withered cypress branches, a sudden chill crept up Ye Fan’s nape. It was a warning from the circulating spiritual energy within his Inner World—three hundred paces to the southeast, the aura of a living entity was in motion.
Almost simultaneously, Lin Zhaoyue’s sword tip dipped by half an inch. Her already feather-light breathing grew even fainter, drifting like a gust-driven snowflake down to Ye Fan’s side. "Three of them, in the Body Tempering Jade Bone Realm."
Ye Fan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. In his past life, when he had been ambushed by the Nether Palace, he had smelled that very same stench of blood—the sickening sweetness unique to those who practiced arts fueled by the long-term blood sacrifice of living beings. With a flick of his finger, he traced the character for "silence" in his palm, and the spiritual energy from his Inner World seeped out along his fingertips, weaving an invisible net around them both.
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