The sound of the carriage wheels crushing the blue stone slab was exceptionally crisp in the morning mist. Ye Fan lifted the carriage curtain, gazing at the distant flying eaves of Wanhua Tower fading behind, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the Jiuxiao Huanpei at his waist. Although the clash with the soul-locking envoy of the Nether Sect moments ago had not been completely resolved, Su Qingxue's short flute had already pierced the other party's soul-locking chain, and Lin Zhaoyue's sword qi had even forced the man back into the alley's end.
He turned his head to look at Chǔ Hóngzhuāng, who was wrapped in a silver fox fur inside the carriage. The young lady was trimming her fingernails with a pair of gold-plated scissors, her nail polish glowing a coral hue in the morning light, as if nothing had happened at all. "Hongzhuang," he began, the sound of the carriage's horse hooves suddenly growing lighter, "you only told me half of the rules for the Poison Sect trial yesterday."
Chǔ Hóngzhuāng lifted her eyes, the gold powder at the corners of her eyes rippling with her smile: "Is Young Master Ye scared?" She put the small scissors away into her pouch, the silver bells in her hair ringing softly. "The trial is divided into three stages. The first is 'Identifying Poisons,' which requires distinguishing a hundred poisonous substances in the dense forest; the second is 'Tending Gu,' which requires feeding a new Gu insect with one's own vital blood; and the third..." She sudde…
Chapter 88