Zhao Feiyan couldn't help but purse her lips.
Suddenly, she glanced around in surprise and whispered, "Dad, do you feel like something is off?"
"What's off?"
Zhao Houcai was puzzled.
"Master, I too have a jittery feeling, could it be... something's about to happen?"
Shangguan Yun, standing to the side, couldn't help but whisper and instinctively rubbed his neck.
"Jittery feeling?"
Zhao Houcai frowned slightly and said, "Now that you mention it... I do feel it as well. This is not a good place to stay any longer, let's go quickly!"
He hurriedly quickened his pace, leading his disciple and daughter forward.
Just at that moment.
Amidst the fog ahead, two figures appeared, seemingly lost, looking around and approaching them.
Jiang Shi, who was initially searching for a path, suddenly heard footsteps from the side. He turned to look and immediately froze in surprise, then exclaimed with delight:
"Could it be Elder Zhao, the Throat-lock Hand?"
