Wang Ping had just seen the Mountain Guard leave. Upon hearing Wu Quan's reply, he instinctively took out the divination blocks he carried with him and cast a reading.
CLATTER
The divination blocks separated. Just as the result of the reading was about to be revealed, there was a soft CRACK. Wang Ping's head snapped up toward the sky. The clouds were still the gloomy gray of winter, with nothing out of the ordinary in sight. Yet, the moment the blocks had hit the ground, his Primordial Spirit had clearly sensed a disturbance from the Heaven-Reaching Talisman.
"How could this be?" Yu Lian said, speaking in a human voice.
Wang Ping looked down. The divination blocks on the ground had shattered, yet his expression showed no surprise.
Liu Huai'en gazed in the direction of True Yang Mountain and said, "This is not a good omen."
At this, Wang Ping, contrary to expectation, grew calm. He glanced back in the direction the Mountain Guard had just gone and beckoned to Hu Qianqian.
