Zhongli Kun had a very strange feeling; the entire square and even the entire Heavenly Clan felt peculiar!
Though he couldn't pinpoint what was odd, the feeling he got was one of horror, gloom, and eeriness.
Or perhaps it was a sense of insecurity, as if a sword was hanging right beside his neck, ready to chop his head off at any moment.
He furrowed his brows tightly and scanned his surroundings.
This feeling was getting stronger!
Logically, this was the Heavenly Clan, Dongmen Buju's domain; there's no reason for him to feel this way. Someone like him who was adept at currying favor should be liked by Dongmen Buju.
Yet the crowd watching had sullen faces, staring at them expressionlessly like sculptures.
Spine-chilling!
Zhongli Kun couldn't help but shiver, his body jerking involuntarily.
And after this circle of scanning, what alarmed him even more was that he couldn't see Dongmen Buju's figure.
Something's not right...
