At the Qin-Su Border, a jeep rattled along. Finding the Kiln's location had cost Duke Dan of Zhou one serving Grand Diviner and several reserve Grand Diviners. The Xie Family had also paid a tremendous price to find the suppressed Kiln.
Lin Feng, on the other hand, had been invited in.
He had it much easier. He sat in the jeep with his eyes half closed, swaying as it climbed the mountain and lurched along the mountain road.
Once they left the eight-hundred-li Qin Plain, mountain roads became more common. This one was not easy to travel.
It did not appear on any map.
As they rounded a wide bend, the vertical eye between Lin Feng's brows took a look around, frightening the two Kiln workers up front into shuddering.
They felt a peculiar fear of that eye, though neither knew why.
The two Kiln workers were up front, driving. Lin Feng passed a hand over his eye. "I thought you Kiln workers would at least stick to your roots, like fundamentalists. But look at you now. Do you have driver's licenses?"
The worker in the passenger seat answered, "Yes."
What a marvel.
They were quite law-abiding.
They even had driver's licenses.
Lin Feng fell silent. The farther they traveled, the greener the mountains became. "I never expected the mountains here to have returned to the lush green they were a thousand years ago.
"Too bad there aren't any Yellow River elephants or giant birds."
No one spoke.
The two Kiln workers said nothing, but their surroundings grew darker and darker. Lin Feng looked outside, and at last, his Third Eye opened.
Something had begun to go wrong with time here. Yin energy gathered, and that sensation of whispering returned.
Some Yin Objects appeared.
Lin Feng looked up. Above him