The courtyard wall had collapsed with such a tremendous commotion, yet no one in the entire official residence came to investigate. Even the steward, who had only just left, did not return. Ji Yuan looked around and found that the residence did not seem to be covered by any restrictions, yet it was quiet to an excessive degree.
Yet Ji Yuan could still sense the auras of everyone in the residence. It seemed someone had tampered with everyone's Five Senses. That might not necessarily block out the effects of a fight, so Ji Yuan directly took out the "Sword Intent Scroll" from his hand. With a shake, tiny characters flew out one by one, scattering in all directions without needing any further instruction from him.
Zhu Yan seemed not to have seen Ji Yuan set up the restriction at all. He stared at Zuo Wuji without even blinking. Seeing that Zuo Wuji said nothing, Zhu Yan immediately prepared to rush forward again and subdue him.
But just as Zhu Yan neared Zuo Wuji, and the latter assumed a stance to meet him, a streak of sword light flashed past Zhu Yan's forehead, forcing him to retreat two steps. Then two more streaks of sword light appeared before his eyes. He tilted his head aside to evade one and reached out directly to seize the other.
"Pfft..."
Blood flashed. Zhu Yan spread open his right palm and discovered that although he had crushed the sword light, a gash had already been cut across his palm. Several drops of blood flew out, only returning to his hand after a breath, while the wound swiftly healed. Yet even after it closed, a faint numbness and itching remained at the cut, slowly fading only as scalding blood surged through it like the tide.
Zhu