If he admitted it, how would he ever command respect in the Enforcement Hall again?
For the sake of his pride, Feng Qi chose to remain silent, even though curiosity had him scratching his head like a monkey.
But someone else asked the question he wanted answered.
"A Jiu, what did you notice?"
It was Yun Chao who asked. Feng Qi had never found a sword cultivator's bluntness so endearing before.
Su Jiu pressed her lips together, then said quietly, "A very strange wailing sound."
An Enforcement Hall disciple asked in confusion, "Wailing? Isn't that crying?"
For a moment, Su Jiu did not know how to explain it. "Perhaps, but I can't hear any sadness in that crying... instead..."
"Instead, what?"
"Instead, there's something eerie about it."
A cultivator muttered from the back, "A cavern overrun with demonic qi, eerie crying... just thinking about it makes my skin crawl..."
"Junior Sister, can you see what it is?" After some thought, Xia Jue finally asked.
Su Jiu shook her head. "I actually already looked with my Otherworldly Eyes. To tell you the truth, they failed..."
Feng Qi glanced at Su Jiu in surprise. Her Otherworldly Eyes had always proved unstoppable. The times they had failed could truly be counted on one hand.
Xia Jue's expression finally grew somewhat grave. There were only three possibilities that could cause Su Jiu's Otherworldly Eyes to fail. First, the other party's Cultivation Level far surpassed hers. Second, it carried some heavenly treasure that blocked her Otherworldly Eyes. As for the third, the thing itself possessed some special characteristic—or innate gift—that happened to resist them.
As they spoke, Su Jiu's expression changed again.
This time, Yun Chao was the first to notice something amiss. "Are you all right? You don't look well."
Su Jiu's face was