“……”
In the dimly lit room, Ye Lan silently stared at the dishes on the table.
The expression that had just shown on her face had faded completely, leaving behind only an inescapable cold indifference.
Earlier, at the Eight Peaks Council, she had mentioned a few things.
Not even a full day had passed before someone stepped into this small courtyard again.
As Ye Lan’s gaze grew cold, the flickering candlelight in the room suddenly stopped wavering, freezing against the wall.
The entire courtyard seemed to dissolve into nothingness, as if cut off from the world and the heavens.
The great tree in the courtyard, once vibrant with leaves and branches, fell silent without a sound.
The shadows of the leaves scattered on the ground slowly took the shape of swords.
In that moment, the two elderly men following behind Liu Ruifeng were drenched in cold sweat, as if prickles were crawling over their skin.
Their slack faces trembled involuntarily.
Compared to them—
Liu Ruifeng, younger and less cultivated, remained calm and composed amid these grim changes, a faint but intense excitement hidden in his eyes.
He wanted Ye Lan to make a move more than anyone else right now.
He was watching the situation carefully.
No matter what, he would not lose his life, at worst he would be severely injured.