The wind in the valley suddenly changed direction. Ye Fan gazed at the pale golden clouds hanging overhead, his Adam's apple bobbing. The Spirit Seed within his Inner World was unfurling its leaves into a disc shape, every single vein pulsing with a warning—the aura deep within those clouds was colder and heavier than the sneak attack sword qi that had ambushed him in his past life.
"A-Ye?" Qín Wǎnshuāng's hand still pressed against his arm, the hilt of her Dark Iron Sword shockingly hot. "I've seen similar celestial phenomena in the army; it's a portent of impending disaster."
Su Qingxue had already put her zither away into its wooden case, but her fingertips were still plucking the empty air as if rehearsing some lethal technique. "My mother said that Heavenly Dao tribulation clouds only descend upon those who are trying to attain the Dao. But none of us have even touched the Void Breaking Realm yet." The vermilion mole at the corner of her eye creaked into a pinch as she frowned. "Unless..."
Chapter 72