Ever since she started traveling with Ze Sheng, the wild beasts lurking in the dark jungle had all fled, and the phantoms had gone quiet. An Jin, whose nerves had been stretched taut for some time, could finally catch her breath.
Silvery-white frost shimmered under the faint moonlight. The air was eerily silent, leaving only the sound of their two breaths rising and falling.
'Ze Sheng has been hiding his power this whole time.'
As the thought suddenly surfaced in her mind, An Jin's hands tightened into fists, her heart stirring with a faint ripple of emotion. "What's wrong?" a gentle voice, as clear as spring water, whispered beside her ear.
She looked up at him and blinked. The flutter of her silver-white eyelashes, like the wings of a butterfly, nearly made Ze Sheng forget to breathe. "I think I can feel Mi Yin and the others' presence."
