Lin Xuan licked his lips; they tasted somewhat bitter. Tian Xiaojian's expression was no better. Their gazes met, and both saw the shock in each other's eyes.
Thinking about it, it should have been impossible. Those old monsters of the Nascent Soul Realm not only possessed cultivation that could pierce heaven and earth, each and every one of them was as crafty as ghosts.
Infighting now would only give the Yinhun a chance to grow stronger. No matter how angry they were, they would never do something so stupid.
But how was the strange omen before their eyes to be explained?
The disturbance in the spiritual energy not only failed to calm down, it showed signs of gradually expanding...
"Big Brother, do you know what happened?" Tian Xiaojian withdrew his divine sense. The distance was too far, and this Young Master of the Demonic Path had clearly gained nothing. He spoke with a voice full of doubt.
"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?" A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth as he snapped irritably.
Tian Xiaojian did not get angry either. "In that case, let's hurry on our way. I imagine the gathering at Mist Hidden Peak is about to begin."
"That would be best."
Lin Xuan nodded. If other cultivators saw such a strange sight, they would certainly think of some way to investigate. But what kind of people were Lin Xuan and Tian Xiaojian? Such a large-scale disturbance of heaven and earth meant that either some rare treasure was emerging, or cultivators were in the midst of an intense battle.
But with their eyes, the two of them could easily distinguish that what was happening before them was absolutely the latter.
And it was a clash on the Nascent Soul level.