The candlelight in the council hall flickered in the night wind, and when Ye Fan pushed the door open, his hem was still damp with the morning dew on the Blue Stone Slab at the village entrance. Su Han followed closely behind him, the deep blue scabbard of the short blade at his waist brushing against the doorframe with a faint scratching sound—this was the signature poison-coated blade of Hanmei Pavilion, which Ye Fan had seen three times in his past life, each time stained with the blood of enemies.
"Sit down, all of you." Ye Fan pulled down the blood-stained map at his waist. "Pavilion Master Su has brought the latest movements of the Nether Palace." He swept his gaze across the people in the hall: Lin Zhaoyue stood leaning against the window holding her sword, the tip of the blade leaving a shallow mark on the blue bricks; Su Qingxue reclined lazily in a wooden chair, her fingertips spinning a poison-coated Willow Leaf Dart, the hairpins in her hair tinkling softly with her movements.
Chǔ Hóngzhuāng squatted by the brazier, scattering Red Flame Gu larvae into a pottery jar, the Gu insects hitting the jar walls with a rustling sound; Qín Wǎnshuāng had already unfolded a sheepskin map, the tip of her jade hairpin pointing right at the bamboo grove east of the village.
Chapter 389