This fear was not fear of strength, but the unease that rose from the depths of one's heart when faced with something beyond all reason.
"Gentlemen, let's keep moving!" To Yuan Muxi, this was merely an interlude among the strange events of late. He had long since grown used to such things, yet he was actually urging them onward now.
The two burly men shuddered in alarm and became even more respectful. Faced with Yuan Muxi's urging, they did not dare delay in the slightest. They hurriedly drove him onward, and before long vanished into the distance.
Elsewhere, after Ghost Mother bid farewell to Yuan Muxi and the other two, she sent a thread of Divine Sense after them, intending to investigate. Yet the instant her Divine Sense wound around them, she realized something was wrong.
Around Yuan Muxi's seemingly frail body swirled countless strands of Divine Sense. Among them were several belonging to gods like Ghost Mother herself, and within them she sensed a majesty that made her heart tremble.
Then, guided by the talisman, she caught a familiar aura, radiating the meaning of superior and subordinate. At once, Ghost Mother realized that the source of this Divine Sense was her Orthodox God—the Divine Venerable who now cowed the starry sky!
Thus, in the next moment, Ghost Mother sensibly withdrew her Divine Sense and did nothing further.
"Since even the Divine Venerable is watching, if I interfere, I may very well turn a clever move into a blunder. I already did him a small favor just now, which counts as forging a good affinity. The Divine Venerable must have sensed it as well. That is enough."
As she thought this, Ghost Mother's Divine Sense gathered once more around her investigation. Following the connection to her Divine Power, she began