Dusk was like a crumpled piece of black cloth, wrapping every tile of the eaves in Qinglan Village. Ye Fan stood on the highest branch of the old locust tree, his fingertips brushing against the Twin Heart Pendant at his waist. The warmth of the jade pendant burned through the fabric against his palm—it was carved by Su Qingxue's own hands just two days ago, inscribed with the words "Shared Fate with My Lord."
The gray mist in the distance crept a little closer, and the roar of the Nether Soldiers, mixed with the fishy stench of corpse poison, drifted upward. A taste of rust, like his near-death experience in his past life, rose in his throat. "When my most trusted junior martial brother pierced my dantian in my past life, I couldn't even draw my guardian sword." He gazed at the scattered torches within the village. The Jiuxiao Huanpei inside his Inner World suddenly chimed softly, and the Power of the Heavenly Dao surged through his limbs like a warm spring.
The wooden sword engraved with "Sword Follows the Heart" suddenly surfaced in his consciousness—it was picked up by Lin Zhaoyue beside a mountain stream when she was twelve. She had said that when he reached the Void Breaking Realm, she would replace this wooden sword with a real one. "It's time to check the arrangements." Ye Fan flicked his toes, sweeping off the branch like an autumn leaf.
Chapter 385