He was so focused on that feeling he had with the wind, that he didn't hear footsteps reverberating in the narrow tunnels until it was too late.
***
"Do you think the Golden Syrup would've fully formed after this past month?" asked a young cultivator whose sharp voice carried through the dim tunnel. A deep scar ran down the side of his head, twisting slightly whenever he spoke. His tone held a hint of both curiosity and unease as he followed behind the older cultivator in front of him.
Both men radiated powerful spirit energy fluctuations, waves that would have sent shivers down the spines of most cultivators in Green City had they been here to witness it. The density of the air around them pulsed faintly with that energy, thick enough to be almost visible in the half-light.
