Huo Xuan and Huo Zhi sat in the mountain pavilion, discussing the matter. Huo Xuan had broken through to the Intermediate Half-Saint stage, while Huo Zhi had reached the Junior Half-Saint stage. Only then did they gain some free time, allowing them to speculate and discuss the affairs of their clan.
They spoke of Xiao Wujiu, of the spatial passages being opened between the Emperor Clans, of the possible hidden truths behind the Xiao Tribe, and of the Soul Clan's unusual behavior. They failed to notice that their surroundings had gradually become abnormally quiet—so quiet it was like death itself!
Huo Xuan was the first to sense that something was wrong. When he glanced at the clouds beneath the pavilion, he discovered that the scene below was exactly the same as it had been before he and Huo Zhi began their discussion!
His expression gradually turned grave. He stared wordlessly at the clouds below as a chill shot straight to the top of his head!
"Hey, what are you looking at? Why did you suddenly stop talking? I'm asking you—what if Xiao Wujiu really came to the Flame Realm? Should we run right away, or resist a little before running?"
Seeing that Huo Xuan would not answer her, Huo Zhi reached out and shoved him, urging him to respond.
"I think that if he really came, we probably wouldn't be able to escape. We might not even know when he arrived!" Huo Xuan's face was dark and ugly, his eyes carrying a trace of despair.
"What do you mean by that? I said if, if..." Huo Zhi frowned, feeling that Huo Xuan was acting far too strangely. Yet before she could finish speaking, she too abruptly fell silent.
Because beside her, a figure had silently taken a seat behind her.