Su Han's leather boots crunched softly against the accumulated snow. As he turned, a half-bronze tablet at his waist swayed in the snowy light, its engravings identical to the dark patterns on the fire butterfly's skeleton.
Ye Fan stared at the pattern, and the Golden Fruit inside his Inner World suddenly trembled. An extremely fine crack meandered downward from the fruit's stem—this was the third time the Golden Fruit had undergone a mutation since he awakened his Inner World. In his memories of his past life, such anomalies were always related to "karma," and karma... often implied a fatal trap.
"My young friend." Su Han's palm patted his shoulder, the warmth seeping through his cotton-padded jacket, carrying the calloused texture unique to a martial artist. "Although Qingxue's Soft Sword has good resilience, it easily turns brittle in the cold." He lowered his voice, his gaze sweeping over Su Qingxue, who was bending over to set up silver wire traps. "If that ice-armored man uses cold energy, have Hóngzhuāng wrap her poison mist with a layer of heat."
Chapter 413