Chen Xingxing's figure, which had been about to Teleport away, instantly stopped.
His expression turned cold, and he looked back toward Chicheng Mountain, hidden in the darkness.
That reek was like a ferocious beast about to step out from the depths of the mountain forest.
Although Chen Xingxing spent most of his time lying in a chair playing games when he was watching the gate, he often went into the mountain for walks and fresh air too, and he knew there absolutely were no beasts inside Chicheng Mountain above the Second Grade.
Even those at the Second Grade were all mild in temperament and would not hurt people.
Had Silly Bird run into this thing in the mountain?
Chen Xingxing's expression showed a faint dawning realization, and at that moment, the fishy wind grew thicker and thicker, while the footsteps drew nearer and nearer.
Although Chen Xingxing was the most laid-back of all the Nascent Souls in the Immortal Sect, he was not the weakest; he might even have been the strongest. So he did not notify the Nascent Souls of the Dao Academies such as Deng Daoyun and Qin Beichen, but instead took one step forward, blocked the main gate to Back Mountain, and spoke with an icy expression. "Who goes there?"
"My pet got lost. I followed its traces all the way here. Sorry to trouble you, little brother." A gentle voice sounded, and a tall, long-haired young man with narrowed eyes walked out from Chicheng Mountain in the night.
When he saw Chen Xingxing, his expression froze slightly. He clearly had not expected to meet a Nascent Soul Cultivator in such a remote Back Mountain, so his words were rather polite as well.
Chen Xingxing's eyes were even more astonished, because under the interaction of their auras,