For this reason, Dan Ying had always felt that someone was following behind their Feather Clan, and suspected it was those two Celestials, yet he could never find any trace of them. He could not possibly go mad and conjure suspicions out of thin air, could he?
Thus, Dan Ying merely became a few degrees more cautious, hoping that things would run contrary to what he feared and have nothing to do with them.
After all, while he was confident in his martial arts, compared with Meng Zhao and Zhao Rulíng, the two Celestials, the difference was as vast as heaven and abyss. He would have no power to fight back.
And once something happened to their group, the Feather Clan, already declining day by day, would suffer an even heavier blow. That was why he seemed so anxious and uneasy.
Of course, as several days passed without anything unusual happening, Dan Ying gradually let go of that wary mindset of seeing enemies in every bush and tree.
It was not that he truly believed no one was following them, but rather that even if someone was trailing the Feather Clan, it likely had nothing to do with them and would probably not harm the Feather Clan. With that, he had nothing to worry about.
Dan Qing, whom Meng Zhao had assumed the identity of, had seemed rather calm these past few days—so calm that it was somewhat abnormal.
How should one put it? Dan Qing had achieved success at a young age, possessed a proud temperament, and was somewhat arrogant. Toward the younger generation of his clan, he held an attitude of looking down on them somewhat while still being willing to lend them a hand. Thus, he had gathered a small group of followers, forming a little circle