The torches on the stone walls of the cavern flickered unsteadily from the tremors, and the hairs on the back of Pi Yanlin's neck stood on end.
That wispy white shadow was as fast as cotton blown away by the wind; the moment it burst out of the black fog, it lunged toward a fissure in the cave ceiling—but he had been prepared. His right hand swiftly formed a hand seal, and a faint golden shimmer flashed across his brow.
"Soul-Appraising Eye, open!"
Chapter 36