I Know You're in a Hurry

The moment Meng Yun came up, the spiritual energy that should have swept toward Hanyu abruptly came to a halt.

The group of cultivators hurriedly bowed to Meng Yun.

"What's going on?"

Meng Yun frowned and looked around before asking in a cold voice.

He had already sensed the commotion above while he was below.

He had simply been slow to react, and only after the group's spiritual energy and auras had spread did they alert him.

One of the cultivators stepped forward and explained what had just happened, trembling with fear.

Meng Yun's expression darkened. His eyes flashed like lightning as a vast, surging aura filled the cliffs on both sides.

His gaze swept over the area without missing a thing.

A chill ran down Hanyu's back. His head, sticking out from the cliff face, didn't dare so much as breathe, afraid that one breath might cost him his life.

The immense aura continued to sweep toward the outer face of the cliff. As it neared Hanyu's face, he could feel the boundless pressure within it all the more clearly.

Perhaps confident in his own strength, Meng Yun withdrew the aura he had released after a moment and shook his head.

"No need. There's nothing wrong here."

He didn't blame them. He himself had instructed them to be on strict guard.

Activating the formation core was especially important. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to such lengths to send Granny Qiao and the others to the Southern Border as bait.

"Remember, don't let the slightest disturbance slip by."

After a few more stern reminders, Meng Yun turned to head back down.

Watching Meng Yun descend into the valley again, Hanyu finally let out the breath he'd been holding. He'd nearly suffocated just now.

The old Daoist's face was taut as