In the barracks at the Chuanlan Mine.
Qian Yuxiang had not yet gone to bed, but he felt unsettled. Draping a loose cloak woven from spirit brocade over his shoulders, he went to the window and gazed into the distance.
An unbroken stretch of mountains met his eyes. Thick clouds obscured the moonlight, leaving only a faint glow to trace the outlines of the woods.
With eyesight that had become superhuman through tempering by origin energy, Qian Yuxiang made out the scenery before him, though it remained somewhat indistinct.
Before long, a night breeze blew past, and the dark clouds overhead seemed to grow even heavier.
The weight on his heart deepened.
Qian Yuxiang wondered to himself, What has happened? Why do I keep feeling uneasy?
Although he did not know what had happened, he dared not let down his guard in the slightest. He understood that Earth Rank Experts did not always receive sudden premonitions, but whenever one arose, there had to be a reason.
Something must have happened-and something unfavorable to him, at that.
Suddenly, Qian Yuxiang caught sight of a streak of light crossing the sky.
It was far away, but his wealth of experience allowed him to recognize it at once. That was no shooting star, but the escape light of someone flying in the distance.
The approaching figure was an Earth Rank Expert, traveling at full speed without making any attempt to conceal himself.
That escape light was heading toward the spirit mine.
Qian Yuxiang stepped outside. He had barely looked up before the escape light arrived above the spirit mine.
A sentry on lookout spotted it and shouted, "Who goes there?"
Qian Yuxiang had already clearly sensed the newcomer's aura. "It is His Excellency the Mighty Fist King. Do not be rude. Stand down,