Guan Xin poked his chin, "Something's not right."
He Youyi had already furrowed his brows tightly, "That feeling is..." The more he thought about it, the faster his heart raced, causing him to involuntarily swallow.
Guan Xin blinked his deep and penetrating eyes and asked, "Mr. He, what do you want to say?"
"It feels like a demon." He Youyi's voice sounded as if it were being swallowed by a whirlpool.
"From the Fallen Immortal Land?"
"Most likely." The unease in He Youyi's heart grew more intense, "Quickly, let's go take a look over there!"
The Fallen Immortal Land on the Eternal Night Snow Mountain is not far from Silver Horse Peak. A streak of literary light arced across the sky, reaching the destination swiftly.
