Pi Yanlin had just taken two steps, pulled along by Gu Qinghuan, when the back of his neck suddenly tingled.
His back, long accustomed to slouching, stiffened abruptly—not out of vigilance, but with the instinctive sharpness of a cat whose tail had been stepped on. The atmospheric pressure between heaven and earth should have grown gentle with the settlement of the new rules, but at this moment, it felt as though someone had grabbed the end of a thread and tied a dead knot with a sharp snap.
"Qinghuan." He stopped and looked up at the sky.
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