Spiritual Sense Flickering! Extremely Dangerous!

After leaving Tianxiang Tower, Li Bufan headed straight back to the Prefectural City. His steps were swift, Dragon Roaming Steps driven to their fullest; he moved like the wind, leaving streaks of afterimages along the main road.

The scenery on either side sped backward, the wind howling past his ears, yet his heart remained far from calm.

His Spiritual Sense constantly felt an urge to leave his body. The sensation waxed and waned, surging in waves like the tide, leaving his mind unsettled.

Li Bufan knew this was no good thing. Spiritual Sense was one of a cultivator's foundations. If it went out of control, his cultivation could regress at best; at worst, both soul and spirit would be destroyed.

He had to ask Elder Chen what was happening as soon as possible and dared not delay. He hurried onward without stopping, returning to Yingtian Prefecture in just one day.

Li Bufan went straight to the top floor of the Library Pavilion. Elder Chen was seated cross-legged on a meditation cushion, his eyes closed as he nourished his spirit.

Hearing footsteps, he opened his eyes. Seeing Li Bufan's hurried expression, he frowned slightly. "What happened? Why are you so flustered?"

Li Bufan took a deep breath, suppressing the agitation in his heart, and cupped his fists. "Elder Chen, this disciple has a matter to ask you about." Just as he was about to continue, Elder Chen raised a hand to stop him.

Elder Chen closed his eyes, and his Spiritual Sense swept across Li Bufan's body. That Spiritual Sense seemed almost tangible—gentle yet vast—as it saw through every inch of Li Bufan, inside and out.

A moment later, Elder Chen opened his eyes. A trace of surprise flashed through them, and his voice rose slightly. "Kid, what did you do?