After a long while, Zhao Sheng rose thoughtfully, then tilted his ear slightly, as though he had heard something.
Then he suddenly snapped his fingers, and his entire person vanished in an instant without a trace.
After the snap, Lu Haichao, who had been sitting blankly opposite him, suddenly came awake as if from a dream, the light gradually returning to his eyes.
He abruptly regained his clarity and swept his gaze over the jade table before him. Seeing two teacups set upon it, with wisps of hot steam drifting out from within, it was clear the tea was still warm.
Lu Haichao's expression changed drastically. His eyes went round, as if he had seen a ghost, and he shot to his feet.
Rumble!
A powerful, majestic pressure suddenly erupted from his body, and every furnishing in the room instantly turned into countless motes of dust.
"Just now... who exactly came here?" Lu Haichao was shocked beyond measure and could not help murmuring to himself.
The next moment, a terrifying fluctuation like a vast ocean swept out from the room, enveloping the entire High Cliff City in the blink of an eye.
In an instant, countless cultivators in the city paled in horror and all looked toward the north of the city in utter terror. That was the legendary secluded dwelling of the Spirit Transformation ancestor.
That terrifyingly powerful fluctuation of divine sense lingered over the city for a long time.
Perhaps because it discovered nothing unusual, after quite some time, that divine-sense fluctuation suddenly disappeared.
Seeing this, the cultivators throughout the city still remained shaken for a long while. Only after nightfall did they finally let out a great sigh of relief.
Since ancient times, High Cliff City had honored the south and looked down on the north,