76 Small Talk

He wandered back to Yuyang Palace in a daze. The back of his robes were soaked in a cold sweat, the damp fabric plastering itself against his clammy back and making him shiver. 

"Little Master, what's wrong?" Xiao De's worried voice sound vague and muffled as though Yan Zheyun's ears were filled with cotton. 

"I'm okay," Yan Zheyun muttered. He truly was, he just needed a bit of time to get over how daring he'd been just half an hour ago. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, a belated fear was creeping to grip him in its insidious claws.