Before the Iron-masked Man's voice had even faded, the fine hairs at the back of Ye Fan's neck stood on end. The excruciating pain of having his dantian pierced when he fell in his past life suddenly surged in his memory—this wave of energy fluctuation was seven parts similar to the vicious cultivation technique used by the group that had ambushed him back then.
His fingertips tapped gently against the Jiuxiao Huanpei at his waist, and the gray mist within his Inner World instantly burrowed into his eyes like something alive. The chirping of insects, the rustling of the wind, and even the subtle sound of breathing beneath the Iron-masked Man's armor scales within the entire courtyard were rendered in absolute clarity under the perception of the Unity of Heaven and Man.
"Shuang'er, Uncle Lǐ." As he turned his head, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice was as soft as snow falling upon roof tiles. "Fall back behind that old locust tree by the east wall. The Yin-Yang Key at his waist is only half; I have the other half—"
Chapter 99