Chapter 327 – Assassination Attempt, StolenFlame, Tranquility, Wolfmother, and Invasion - Part 2
Snow charged into the Trueflame Tribe’s encampment, crossed the perimeter, and knelt before the flame.
Li Yuan swung down and sat cross‑legged; she collapsed beside him, covered in ice from head to toe. The fire softened her limbs. His own shadow blood stirred, rank climbing back seventh, sixth, and finally fifth rank. The cracks in his palm opened, bled, and sealed again.
“We’re still alive,” Snow panted. “Whoever it was—”
Li Yuan clapped a hand over her mouth and whispered, “Not a word.”
He rolled his neck, stood, and stared through the aisles of tents toward the entrance.
No one was there, but he knew the patrols and scavengers would be returning soon. So he stood by the bonfifire, warming his hands, and watched. People drifted back from the dark, but none bore the spectral 625 ~ 635.
Li Yuan waited, patient as stone, eyes quietly measuring every soul that passed.
By the fire, Li Yuan’s strength had climbed back to the fifth rank, far above the sixth rank power that now struck him as no more than an insect’s.
Snow soon headed to the wolf pens to report how their direwolf had gone missing. She mentioned nothing about the icy arrows in the dark, nor that the wolf had bolted near a maze deep inside the Deathless Tomb; she simply said they had been separated out in the wild.
A servant arrived with roast meat.
After they ate, Snow yawned. “Darling, let’s go back to the tent.”
“I’ll stay by the fire a bit longer,” Li Yuan said.