As heavy dark clouds pressed down on the city, Ye Fan was standing on the flying eaves at the highest floor of Wanhua Tower. The grey-tiled, white-walled structures of Qinglan City cast a cold sheen under the leaden cloud cover. His fingertips pressed against the Jiuxiao Huanpei at his waist, and the faint glow within the jade waxed and waned in rhythm with his heartbeat—a sign that his Inner World was resonating with the divine artifact.
"Young master." Liu Er's voice came from behind, carrying the composure characteristic of a martial artist. "The night-walker's garb is ready. You mentioned going to the... outside the city..." He paused, his gaze sweeping across Ye Fan's tense jawline, and swallowed the words "forbidden ground."
Ye Fan did not turn back. Before his fall in his past life, he had witnessed a similar celestial phenomenon in fragments of memory—a blood-moon hanging in the sky, with the dark red of karmic tribulations churning within the dark clouds. In this lifetime, the petty tricks of the Dark Thorns were merely an appetizer; the true killing blow must be hidden within that valley sealed for a century.
Chapter 44