Smack.
The phone in my hand fell to the ground. I slammed on the brakes in panic, but the off-road vehicle had a high chassis and skidded sideways across the slick road. I nearly crashed into the boulder by the roadside. I practically tumbled out of the vehicle and ran toward the edge of the road. Both my legs were already trembling, but I still remembered to release the big bear.
The unlucky bear landed on the ground and roared majestically, thinking there was more food. But the moment it looked at the old woman in the car, it immediately pretended not to see her and circled behind me, hiding there without daring to make a sound. Then its enormous head secretly drooped onto my shoulder. Its bear face wrinkled like a bitter melon as it stared at the old woman. When she looked toward it, its gaze drifted aside again, watching her from the corner of its eye. It was afraid. Ghost beasts were extremely sensitive to powerful beings; at a glance, one could tell whether they could win a fight.
People were different. With my cultivation, unless I opened my more powerful Yin-Yang Eyes, I could only guess whether someone had entered the Dao. The old woman in the passenger seat had reached a cultivation level that was difficult to imagine. The key was that her expression kept shifting between gloom and brightness as she sat there like that. Then she turned her head and stared at me. I truly did not know how to describe it.
It was deep into the night, with not a soul around. Ever since the great fire had burned the Four Little Immortals Temple to the ground, there had been no mountain god, and rumors said that unclean things often appeared on