When Liu Yu grabbed her shoulder, a flash of embarrassment and anger immediately crossed Zhuo Mengzhen's proud, exquisite face.
But the hand pressing down on her shoulder was surprisingly strong, giving her the feeling that she had been shackled.
Unless she used magic power or spells, she could not break free.
Then she saw Liu Yu's gesture. Her thoughts shifted as she understood his meaning, and only then did she calm down.
She suppressed her embarrassment and anger, refraining from any rash movements for the time being.
By contrast, the old Daoist Cang Lou, Mu Yunyan, and Gao Jianhan were all several hundred years old and much calmer.
Even when spirit pressure suddenly descended, they did not overreact.
For a moment, as the third-tier eagle's spirit pressure enveloped them, none of the five made any rash moves.
They simply stopped moving, their bodies frozen in place, choosing to watch and wait.
In the silent forest, the five exchanged glances, each understanding what the others meant.
If they were discovered, they would immediately flee separately, return to the Southern Heaven Cultivation World first, and then plan their next move.
One breath, two breaths.
After roughly three or four breaths, the aura of the third-tier Heavenfrost Eagle began rapidly receding.
The spirit pressure enveloping the five gradually faded as well.
"Phew..."
Sensing that the danger had passed and it had only been a false alarm, Zhuo Mengzhen softly exhaled, much of the pressure in her heart dissipating.
Then she noticed the large hand still resting on her shoulder and hurriedly swept it away with one arm.
Such strength!
Zhuo Mengzhen secretly gritted her teeth.
The spot where he had pressed down was already aching after that brief moment, a testament to how much force he had used.
"..."
Expressionless, Liu Yu silently