"Don't let your mind run wild, how could anything big happen?"
Fang Fei didn't know what to say.
Xia Liu, seriously.
What is intuition? Could it possibly have the power to foresee the future?
"Sister Fang, you don't understand. This time I genuinely feel the pressure."
Xia Liu found it hard to explain. Intuition, such a thing seems vague and elusive.
But as a cultivator, pursuing the Dao, one can sense various subtle matters.
Intuition is one of the most crucial senses for predicting the next step.
If a cultivator has a strong sense of crisis, something bad is bound to happen.
"Alright, I believe you. So, what are you going to do next?"
Since Xia Liu couldn't be convinced, she decided to go along with his intuition.
If you can't resist, then enjoy it.
"I don't know, maybe I need to go out for a while."
Xia Liu sensed the crisis but didn't know where it came from.
In this situation, he couldn't stay in the village indefinitely.
Afraid that it might become a target.
