The old pine trees on the mountain ridge rustled as the wind blew, and Ye Fan's footsteps were lighter than pine needles falling to the ground. He could clearly hear the sound of the Spirit Seed stretching within his Inner World, and the newly grown leaf veins overlapped in his Sea of Consciousness with the golden light of the jade pendant on the gray-robed man's chest, like a fine needle piercing the center of his brow—this was definitely no coincidence.
"A-Ye." Su Qingxue's fingertips brushed lightly against his back, and her warm breath swept past his earlobe, "That gray-robed man has red soil from West Street of Qinglan City on his heels; I saw it this morning when I went to the silk shop." Her voice was as sweet as honeyed wine, yet the tail end of it was laced with frost.
Without changing his expression, Ye Fan slowed his breathing, and the spiritual energy within his Inner World spread out like a spiderweb. In his past life, when pursuing the Dao and seeking enlightenment, he was most skilled at tracking through Qi resonance. Borrowing his "Unity of Heaven and Man" talent at this moment, he could even count the frequency of the gray-robed man's hem brushing against the pine branches—three long and two short, the Jianghu secret signal for "safe evacuation."
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