Ye Fan stood before the Immortal Tomb, silently observing and carefully sensing it. With a swift motion, a silver glint flashed as he prepared to swing his Spirit Blade and strike.
Suddenly, an immense sense of crisis enveloped his heart. An eerie aura cloaked his entire body, forcing him to retreat from the Immortal Tomb like a bolt of lightning.
Yet, nothing appeared at the original spot; no danger descended, and no anomaly manifested. Everything was as peaceful as usual.
"What happened, little kid Ye?" Li Heishui secretly transmitted, his expression tense.
"Nothing!" Ye Fan shook his head, standing in place, preparing to cut the stone again.
BUZZ.
Ye Fan's eyes flickered with purple light, and his Source Heaven Divine Sense flared with another warning. He felt the threat of death once more, making him shudder.
He shifted his steps lightly, like an exiled Immortal dancing gracefully, and flashed to the side. What is going on? Doubts stirred in his heart.
