Rapid footsteps halted abruptly three paces away from the two of them. As moonlight spilled over the crown of the locust tree once more, Lin Zhaoyue's sword tip dipped slightly—the newcomer was Qín Wǎnshuāng.
Her normally neat dark hair ribbon was half undone, and the fabric on her right shoulder had a slit an inch long, revealing bloodstained lining underneath. Her phoenix eyes, which usually carried a hint of a smile, were now taut as blades. The moment she caught sight of Ye Fan, her Adam's apple bobbed rapidly: "Master Ye, the Lord of the Nether Palace's forces bypassed the western mountain path!"
Ye Fan's pupils constricted sharply. When setting up defenses at the village entrance earlier, he had specifically assigned Qín Wǎnshuāng to lead a team of covert guards to patrol the southwest direction—that mountain cliff was so steep that ordinary people would struggle even to climb it, yet the enemy had managed to figure it out?
Chapter 394