On the spirit boat, several cultivators cautiously scanned the surroundings from the deck. At times, they raised the compass Dharma Artifacts in their hands to inspect them; at other times, they took out Spirit Talismans and rubbed them between their fingers.
A closer look would reveal that they all kept one hand resting on their Storage Bags.
They sensed the situation around them while remaining ready to activate their Dharma Artifacts at any moment.
Other than the ease on their faces, every part of them was taut with tension.
"Everyone, be careful. We're carrying quite a few resources this time. A little farther ahead, and we'll reach the outskirts of Flame Fierce Peak. The family ancestors will be able to sense us there, so if there are enemies, they can only strike within this area!" the old man at the front reminded them once more.
Although everything the Jia Family did had been exceedingly cautious, the old man still felt an inexplicable unease.
A cultivator's unease was unlike an ordinary person's. Sometimes, it truly was an omen.
Moreover, years ago, the Wood Demon had broken free of its Blood Pact and escaped. It had actually hidden its strength, pretending to be bound by the Blood Pact, only to seize the critical moment to kill a Jia Family member and flee outright.
Though that Wood Demon had later been slain, the incident still left the old man with lingering fear.
After all, it had been the Golden Dust Sand Thorny Wood Demon, something that easily made one think of the Far West Sand Sea.
Especially during this most sensitive period.
"Yuan An, send another voice transmission to the ancestors and report our location!" the old man said again.
The people beside him promptly took out the family's voice transmission tokens as