The wind within the spatial passage was unlike the wind outside.
It had no temperature, yet it could slice through Dou Qi; it made no sound, yet it left a fine buzzing deep within the soul.
The Han Clan's Old Array had gone unused for many years. Although Han Yue had forcibly stabilized its coordinates when activating it, Xiao Fan quickly sensed that something was wrong after truly entering the passage. Cracks kept appearing along the silver spatial walls around them. They were as thin as spider silk, yet vanished in a flash. Every time they lit up, it felt as though someone were silently drawing a blade beside them.
Xiao Yi Xian walked at Xiao Fan's side, her cloak pressed tightly against her body by the spatial wind, outlining her slender yet resilient waist. One hand held down her hood, while the other rested inconspicuously near Xiao Fan's shoulder.
That was where the Soul Nail had grazed through his old wound earlier.
Xiao Fan glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
Xiao Yi Xian did not look at him, merely saying coolly, "Stop pretending you don't feel it."
Xiao Fan let out a soft laugh. "You're acting more like an elder than Great Elder Su Qian now."
Xiao Yi Xian's fingertips pressed down slightly.
A sour ache shot through the wound.
Xiao Fan immediately shut up.
Zi Yan walked ahead while hugging a bundle of medicinal-ingredient sugar pills, biting into them as she walked, her cheeks puffed out. Every so often, she turned back to look at Xiao Yi Xian's hand resting on Xiao Fan's shoulder, then lowered her gaze to the sugar pills in her arms, as though seriously considering whether she ought to find an excuse to press on him too.
Deep within the Heart