"Could this be the Mystic Connection Expert Xu Tian and the others planned to rescue?"
Lian Youming was filled with shock. After a few turns of thought, he had already guessed this person's identity.
There could be no mistake.
And something seemed faintly wrong with the man's condition.
Qi dynamics were formless, difficult for ordinary people to perceive. Only when a martial artist's six senses gradually coalesced could they gain insight into such unseen things.
The cicada sensed autumn before the wind stirred. This was the ability of foresight.
Yet the qi dynamics this man gave off felt savage to him, vicious in the extreme, their sinister force reaching the heavens.
Fortunately, resplendent heavenly might kept it in check, suppressing his own ferocity with Heavenly Dipper Strength. And the fiercer the thunder outside became, the steadier this man's qi dynamics grew.
Clearly, the man was also deliberately controlling himself, restraining the malice within.
Lian Youming was already a Foresight Martial Artist. While he would not call himself the very best among them, he considered himself outstanding. Yet when these qi dynamics swept over him from afar, he actually felt a dazed sense that all his martial attainment had vanished and he had fallen back to being an ordinary man.
It was as though he had returned in an instant to those years when he had been sent down to the countryside in the Northeast and encountered Third Brother Xie.
His heart pounded, his skin prickling.
"Formidable" could no longer describe this man's existence. He was unfathomable.
Lian Youming perked up. He simply closed his eyes, settled his breathing and gathered his qi, then mobilized his own qi dynamics again, probing with Heavenly Dipper Strength.
Outside the boat, wind and rain raged amid flashing lightning and rumbling thunder. Thunder sounds rose