Early the next morning, Pan Long went to Qionghua Pavilion again, but Wu Jixing had changed her mind.
"Today isn't a good day," she said helplessly. "I thought it over. Your elders are coming to visit today. It's a joyous occasion, not a day for killing."
Pan Long nodded. She had a point.
"Missing today doesn't matter," he said. "April twentieth is the auspicious day anyway. We still have several days."
"Mm. Let that bastard Lei Zhentian live one more day. It makes no difference."
The delay was hardly worth mentioning, but Pan Long told her about the worry that had troubled him the night before.
"Worry?" Wu Jixing looked puzzled. "About what?"
Pan Long shook his head. "I don't know either. I just can't help worrying. I keep feeling as though something terrible is about to happen."
Wu Jixing looked even more perplexed. "Worrying for no reason? Could it be the legendary 'Sudden Inspiration'?"
Sudden Inspiration was said to be an ability of Immortals. According to legend, when something concerning them was about to happen, they would suddenly have a subtle premonition even if they knew nothing about it. They might even know what to do. That was called "Sudden Inspiration."
But... whether Immortals truly had that ability was one thing. Even if they did, what did it have to do with Pan Long?
He had only reached the True Person Realm. He was still a long way from becoming an Immortal!
Pan Long was puzzled too. He knew perfectly well that he had no gift for Sudden Inspiration. Even if his intuition had flared up for once and genuinely sensed something amiss, surely it should have concerned his own affairs.
All right, if he insisted on finding a connection, there was one. But... that was about the extent