Chapter 406

The dark clouds pressed down even lower, and the hollow, grinding sound of joints shifting in the wind grew increasingly distinct, like someone dragging a mountain across the sky with a rusted iron chain. Ye Fan stood upon the earthen slope, the jade pendant of the Jiuxiao Huanpei at his waist growing faintly warm. He closed his eyes briefly. The leaves of the golden tree within his Inner World were trembling violently, and every leaf-vein oozed fine threads of lightning—this was the early warning system that only triggered in his past life when facing a Dao-Integration Realm grandmaster. "Hongzhuang, come here," he said suddenly. His voice was kept very low, yet it sounded like ice-tempered iron. Chǔ Hóngzhóng, who had been squatting by a pile of hay to feed detoxifying gu to a wounded soldier, looked up, the silver bell in her hair chiming softly. She tilted her head and skipped over, her fingertips still stained with pale green gu liquid: "Big brother's expression is so serious. Is there big trouble?"