Keling narrowed her eyes at Yuan the moment she noticed him—or rather, noticed the lack of presence surrounding him, as though she were staring at a ghost instead of a living person.
'Who the hell is that? Even though I cannot sense his presence, my instincts are screaming at me to not approach him!' Keling swallowed nervously when she realized that she felt fearful toward this individual that she wouldn't have even noticed if it weren't for Meixiu.
Keling was a renowned cultivator, famed for her unshakable will. Those who knew her often claimed she was incapable of fear—that she could face even the most terrifying trials with a smile.
Yet at this very moment, she felt a fear so instinctive and overwhelming that she didn't even dare probe the unknown figure with her divine sense.
"W-We need to leave immediately…" Keling mumbled in a low voice, as if not wanting to attract the masked man's attention.
She grabbed Meixiu's arm and forcefully dragged her away.
