In such an environment, as that moonlight hung overhead, a sense of fear sprouted in Xiao Shenguang's heart. No matter what, he could not suppress it, only feeling that his entire body was out of sorts. Clearly beneath the moonlight, yet it felt as if he were shrouded in shadow, seeing neither sun nor sky.
He could not help but turn his head to look at the others. At this moment, above the sea of clouds, most people were gathered in groups: Zhang Tianji, Zhou Chu, and Kan Xingli formed a group of three; the three Longevity True Men from Suixin Pavilion who had been flung out when the Three Treasures Ship was earlier abducted formed another group; moreover, Sun Jingfu of the Yellow Heaven Dao, using some unknown method, had also mixed in with those three.
Solitary and lacking a companion, he was actually the only one?
Of course, there was also Wu Yuanchen, who had vanished into the depths of the sea of clouds, and Yu Ci, who still remained within the gloomy void, but how could he compare himself to those two?
Let alone compare, he truly wished he could flee as far away as possible!
Once the thought arose, he suddenly froze: why had he never even considered the matter of fleeing?
One thought had not settled when another arose. He turned his head once more to look at Zhang Tianji and the others. Logically speaking, as fellow cultivators of Longevity, the few over there should have had some reaction to observing him no matter what, but why was it that from beginning to end, not a single person looked toward his direction?
Even the occasional glances that drifted over were vacant and unfocused, completely bypassing him. In the eyes of those people, what sort of