บท 933: Chapter 95: With Red Bead

In the Huan Pavilion, Pei Ye watched as Black Cat and the others took the Dan medicine. Moments later, the edges of their bodies began to sketch out lines that seemed ephemeral.

It was as if thirty pasted figures had appeared in a harmonious painting, and then this disharmony began to be erased—the lines at the edges contracted inward, hollowing out until shrinking to a point, and the thirty people vanished into thin air right there.

Pei Ye still couldn't discern the essence of this scene, rubbing the center of his brow and closing Quail Head. As he was about to turn back, his body suddenly stiffened.

There was no cold, sharp blade resting on his neck, but the sensation of life and death being controlled by someone else was more intense than any blade could give.

He stood still, still a foot and a half from the hilt of his sword, as a corner of a vibrant red skirt fluttered into his field of vision.

The atmosphere was silent and quiet.