At Mr. Gui's warning, the Five Elders of Seeking Immortality all flew out of the small world, fully on guard.
They still trusted the strength of Mr. Gui's True Spirit; that earlier, chance encounter with a meteorite rain had already proven that in the art of Spirit Sense, he indeed far surpassed everyone else. And now, his tone was actually this grave, which made them all involuntarily tense, hearts in their throats as they focused their gaze ahead. Even Fang Xing, though he had hidden inside the Divine Palace with no intention of stepping out to resolve these dangers himself, was also greatly concerned; he poked his head out to watch. Beside him, Ao Lie's head squeezed out from under his arm, dragon claw still carrying the wooden bucket used to feed the pig—the pig hadn't even been fed yet when that loud shout reached them, sending him hurrying over to look.
Yet under this killing intent–laden atmosphere, the starry sky ahead showed not the slightest change.
