As mist drifted across the treetops, Ye Fan's fingertips grew slightly warm. The strand of the Power of the Heavenly Dao within his Inner World threaded through his bone marrow like a living thing, unfurling a translucent web across his Sea of Consciousness—this was the "Unity of Heaven and Man" talent at work.
"Spiritual herbs to the southwest, three of them, twenty-seven zhang away." His voice was as soft as a sigh, his gaze piercing the fog wall ten zhang out to precisely lock onto that cluster of faint blue-glowing leaves.
Lin Zhaoyue's sword tassel swayed gently at her side. She had just sidestepped to avoid a red-tailed viper darting out from behind a withered tree, its pale green venom still dripping from her sword tip. Hearing Ye Fan's words, she raised her sleeve to wipe the damp mist from her cheek, her brow arching slightly: "How do you know it's not a trap?"
Chapter 380