As the mountain wind swept pine needles across Ye Fan's shoulder, he stood upon the bluestone path at the foot of the mountain. The Jiuxiao Huanpei burned hot against his chest, and the streak of golden light within his Inner World wrapped around his Sea of Consciousness like a living creature, casting a faint golden glow even upon his fingertips—a sign of the Unity of Heaven and Man talent resonating with a divine artifact.
"Ye Fan."
The voice drifting down from the cliff was like an ice-tempered iron awl, piercing his eardrum with absolute precision. The scene from the final moment of his past life suddenly flashed back before his eyes: the excruciating pain of a broken blade plunging into his chest, the fishy sweetness of blood splashing against the jade pendant at his opponent's waist, and that sneering face leaning down over him.
Chapter 48