Before the Iron-masked Man's voice had even faded, the hairs on the back of Ye Fan's neck stood on end. The excruciating pain of his dantian being pierced at the moment of his fall in his past life suddenly surged in his Sea of Consciousness. This voice, and the metallic friction in the vocal cords of the wielder of the black sword among the group that ambushed him in his past life, were an exact match.
"Shuang'er, fall back behind the third bluestone pillar on the left." His Adam's apple bobbed as he pressed his right hand against Qín Wǎnshuāng's lower back, his palm feeling her tensed muscles through the fabric.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the slight flutter of her eyelashes beneath her bamboo hat. She offered not a word of rebuttal, instead reversing her grip to shove the hilt of her soft sword into his palm. Her fingertips quickly traced the character for "peace" across the webbing of his thumb before she ducked low and melted into the shadows of the stone formation.
Chapter 96