Morning light filtered through the carved wooden windows of the Zhao Estate, casting a dusting of gold across the red wax seal of the confidential letter. Ye Fan’s thumb brushed over the familiar seal impression, and memories of his past life rushed back like a rising tide. A hundred years ago, when he was still a registered disciple of the Taichu Sword Canon, the First Elder had always loved using this official seal carved with the Beidou Seven Stars to stamp documents.
"Shuang'er." His Adam's apple bobbed as he turned, his voice three tones lower than usual. "The Jiuxiao Huanpei has suppressed the Ye Family forbidden grounds for three generations. The confidential letter says 'borrow the power of the Nether Sect to help my lord break through to the Longevity Realm,' what they want is—"
Qin Wǎnshuāng had already sheathed her soft sword at her waist, the jade hairpin in her hair swaying gently with the movement. "A blood sacrifice requires living beings. The hundred souls of the Ye Family upward and downward are precisely the best offerings." She reached out and pressed down on Ye Fan’s clenched fist, her fingertips brushing against the thin calluses on his palm. "If we rush back now, it's still not too late."
Chapter 97