"Eh? Why was that? Why were they all running down the mountain? And in such a mess?" Zhang Xiaohua emerged from underground and immediately concealed himself. Watching the disciples flee down Mount Jiuhua for their lives, he was greatly astonished. "The dragon vein beneath merely emptied out, and all of Mount Jiuhua sank a little. Was that really so frightening?"
Then Zhang Xiaohua curled his lip and formed a hand seal, just about to fly away, when twelve successive thunderous pops rang out. From halfway up Mount Jiuhua, twelve blood-red signals shot into the sky.
"What kind of signal is that?" Zhang Xiaohua did not quite understand. But looking at the Shu Yu Hall disciples panicking like monkeys scattering when a tree fell, Zhang Xiaohua laughed. "There is no real danger. Go ahead and run for now. This... poor Daoist should be somewhere near West Ridge Peak now, so I will not keep you company."
With that, he used the Flying Technique and flew toward West Ridge Peak.
In less than half a day, Zhang Xiaohua arrived near West Ridge Peak. Once he landed, he was rather puzzled. Something is wrong. It seems... something is different.
"Why has the Primordial Qi within the Incense-Passing Cult gradually grown thinner? Though it has only lessened by a little, it... it is still abnormal! I have been here so long and have never seen such a thing!"
While wondering, Zhang Xiaohua slightly released his divine sense. Yet the instant it spread out, it nearly frightened him into falling over. Delight immediately appeared on his face. "What? My... my divine sense can actually see this far?"
Indeed, West Ridge Peak was not far away, but on ordinary days, how could he have seen it with his divine sense? Yet now, with one sweep of