It was a strange sensation. Even Lin Feng could not describe just what this peculiar feeling was.
Unease, irritation—as though a great Shi weighed on his heart.
Using the Thief's Gate Secret Art: Five-Ghost Transport Art this time was no different from using the secret art in the real world.
And yet he felt certain that something was different.
The difference went beyond the ritual and the surroundings.
It was another kind of intuitive perception, something he could neither articulate nor explain.
[Sword Heart Clarity] could sense danger.
But [Sword Heart Clarity] had been like this from the start.
The goodwill brought by [Mountain God's Power] was also giving him a warning.
But the warning was not particularly strong.
Everything seemed normal.
Yet when all those normal things came together, they left Lin Feng feeling that none of this was normal!
Around them, the night deepened, and an indescribable sensation enveloped them.
Evening dew condensed on the tips of the leaves overhead.
It grew too Zhong. Drip.
The droplets fell.
Their surroundings grew damper, carrying a rotten stench as well.
Li Pusa kept twitching his nose.
He was on high alert.
When he detected no scent of cigarette ash or incense ash on the wind, Li Pusa breathed a sigh of relief.
But...
The black blood in Li Pusa's nostrils flowed faster.
As the darkness tightened its grip, even the lightning seemed unable to illuminate this place.
Li Pusa trembled all over with tension.
Only Hundred-Household Officer Zhu remained composed—the calmest of them all. He gripped his saber, his eyes wide.
After a long while, Lin Feng's incantation ceased.
Rather than falling quiet...
The place grew even more clamorous.
At some point, the wind had vanished.
The ghostly wind was gone.
But countless whispers rose around them, drifting by their