Qing Dai froze, but quickly recovered, knowing Lu Changfeng must have discovered something. She drew her sword as well and faced the people of Myriad Beasts Manor, her voice icy:
"Who else wants to seize it by force?"
Her voice was quiet, yet it thundered through every heart like a thunderclap in the dead of winter.
No one dared answer. No one dared move. They even held their breath.
Snow Robe had been about to warn Lu Changfeng of the treasure light in the woods. Seeing him pursue it himself, Snow Robe relaxed and stared hostilely at the Profound Tiger. You little lump of black fur. Hideous!
The little Profound Tiger seemed to sense that the danger had passed. The cub had wanted to follow Lu Changfeng, but seemed to understand his command and obediently sat down, amber eyes fixed on the direction in which he had vanished. Those eyes brimmed with affection and anticipation. Though this was their first meeting, the cub already showed extraordinary attachment to him.
Deep in the forest, the light abruptly dimmed.
Lu Changfeng moved like lightning, the [Wind-Raising Formation] trembling ever more frequently and urgently.
It was a strange resonance, a pull-as though blood relatives separated for years were calling to one another.
Lu Changfeng's thoughts raced.
Under heaven, perhaps only the other seven formations of the same origin could provoke such a reaction from the [Wind-Raising Formation]. A treasure like that was unlikely to fall into an unknown nobody's hands. Someone plotting to obtain the Ghost Valley Inheritance, seeking to lay a hidden ambush, and potentially possessing such a supreme treasure-in Mount Yunmeng as it stood, that could only be the Chess Demon, Zhou Yichen!
"The first sound as primordial chaos parts..."
A calm, clear male voice suddenly rang out from every