Feng Yanshen appeared, his white robes flowing behind him. He had been walking toward them to discuss something, but he stopped dead when he saw Yue Yue's state.
He heard her scream about the danger, and for a split second, his white eyes flashed with a strange, piercing light.
A vision had just flickered through his mind...a dark, cold trench, a flash of a black stinger, and Cang Yuze falling into the abyss with a look of shock on his face.
As the High Priest, Feng Yanshen possessed a faint, prophetic intuition, and the image he had just seen was a death omen.
He had rushed out specifically because of that vision, not expecting to find Yue Yue already in a state of total collapse over the same thing.
Han Soi was still trying to hold her, trying to calm her down so she wouldn't harm herself or the cubs. "Yue Yue, breathe. Just breathe. You're imagining things..."
"I am not imagining it!" she cried, her tears finally spilling over.
