As the mountain wind swept pine needles across everyone's hair, Ye Fan's boot soles had just touched the ground. He gazed at the scattered broken sabers, shattered Gu Insect nets, and the gray-clothed man convulsing in Chǔ Hóngzhuāng's gold powder outside the stone house, his Adam's apple bobbing—when he was ambushed and killed in his past life, the enemies had been just like this, hiding with water-tight secrecy yet always having their flaws precisely punctured.
At this moment, the fractured jade pendant on the gray-clothed man's chest was still glowing with golden light, overlapping with the patterns of the Spirit Seed within his Inner World like a fine needle piercing his nerves.
"A-Ye." Su Qingxue's voice, wrapped in a soft and gentle fragrance, drew close. Her fingertips brushed lightly over the bits of grass on the tips of his hair, her movement extremely delicate, yet she paused upon touching the cold sweat on the back of his neck. The usual smiling corners of the Wanhua Tower top courtesan's eyes were now pulled straight. "Does the wound hurt? The wind blade whipped up when that gray-clothed man slammed into the door..."
Chapter 74