The sound of dry leaves snapping in the brush was like a fine needle, shattering the mountain's tranquility. Ye Fan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. The leaves on the Spirit Seed inside his Inner World stood straight on end, and the green light circulating among the veins mapped the auras within three hundred paces to the southeast clearly into his Sea of Consciousness—nine Qi Condensation Realm auras, three of which had reached Peak Liquid Condensation, closing in a pincer movement in a fan shape.
"They're Zhao Wuji's secret guards," he said in an extremely low voice, his fingertip quickly drawing the character for "prison" in his palm.
In his past life's memories, the Zhao Clan, one of the three major families of Qinglan City, had their financial lifeline severed by the Ye Family a decade ago over a dispute for a mineral vein, and had even sent people to harass the Ye Family's medicinal garden last month. To be able to locate their valley with such precision, they must have tracked Qín Wǎnshuāng—after all, the dragon pattern on the scabbard of the Great Chu Eldest Princess's Dark Iron Sword was not something ordinary martial artists could imitate.
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