"Mm..."
An inexplicable, wrenching pain welled up deep in Lin Shisan's heart. His face turned pale, and even his vision grew hazy.
"Lin Shisan, what's wrong?"
Zi Yuner hurriedly steadied the swaying Lin Shisan, her voice full of worry. "Was it my father..."
"No... no..."
Lin Shisan shook his head with all his strength.
Yet the intense unease deep in his heart only grew stronger.
It was as though someone had gouged a piece of flesh out of his heart, a pain beyond words.
Ever since he had left the Old Purple Sky Dragon King, that heart-rending unease had never faded.
As he walked through the corridor, his steps were quicker than usual, as though he wanted to leave that heavy feeling behind through sheer speed.
But Lin Shisan simply felt that something was wrong.
Just left of the center of his chest, it felt as though an exceedingly fine needle had lodged there. It did not hurt, but it was always there. He tried circulating his Spiritual Power. The energy flowing through his meridians remained abundant and smooth, his Ninth Meridian Opening cultivation as solid as a reef. Yet that needle remained, impossible to suppress.
"Youyou..."
Lin Shisan suddenly thought of someone.
He thought of the woman who had married him in Little Fishing Village.
The moment that thought surfaced, his entire body stiffened, and both his temples throbbed fiercely.
Though a Meridian Opening cultivator like Lin Shisan was still far from being able to foresee the future, feelings that came from the depths of his soul were often more accurate than those of ordinary people. Several times, Lin Shisan had even used this inexplicable feeling to slip past life and death.
With a whoosh, Lin Shisan abruptly rose to his feet, sending his stool sliding half a foot