Qian Wanyu's presence was oppressive, and the spiritual power she released brimmed with dense death aura. Coupled with her practiced use of the Eye of Truth, it never occurred to the group to suspect anything else.
"Fellow cultivator, can this legendary Eye of Truth really find the Dragon Clan Lands?"
Qian Wanyu avoided speaking whenever she could. Even when she did, she usually offered only a terse word or two, maintaining an air of mystery most of the time. They generally judged her mood by the slightly purplish lips beneath her hat brim. When displeased, she pressed them into a tight line; when satisfied, their corners lifted slightly.
Now, for instance, Qian Wanyu's lips tightened into a line, and the death aura around her grew even denser. Every one of them was too frightened to raise their head, and the Spirit Master who had just tried to ingratiate himself with her retreated several steps.
The atmosphere immediately sank into awkward silence. Everything around them fell deathly still-truly still. The snakes, insects, rats, and ants nearby dared not emerge, and even the birdsong abruptly ceased. It was so quiet that they almost seemed able to hear everyone's hearts beating in unison.
No one saw the thing constantly shifting beneath Qian Wanyu's robes.
Unable to bear the death aura around her, Ding Ding wriggled back and forth beneath her clothes like an earthworm.
Qian Wanyu considered how to make the group divulge some useful information. As they continued onward, she seemingly casually led them toward the place she had visited before. The Eye of Truth proved very cooperative as well, guiding them all the way before finally hovering in midair, unwilling to leave.
"Fellow cultivator, we shouldn't linger here. Let's hurry away."
"Why?"
Qian Wanyu was like an eccentric expert, a Spirit