Qinling's residence, surrounded by bamboo groves.
Li Zhibai sat alone in the hall; she was a guest, but the host Qinling was absent, whereabouts unknown.
She felt somewhat strange.
Since entering Qinling's courtyard, an ominous feeling lingered in her heart.
No wind outside, light rain fell, and the overly quiet ambiance carried a cold chill that unsettled her, as if something bad might happen at any moment.
Li Zhibai could feel a slight stagnation in the flow of Spiritual Qi within her, the quiet environment echoing only with the sound of rain... Listening to the rain made her a bit anxious.
At her Realm, unwarranted nervousness shouldn't occur.
Why would this happen?
Li Zhibai didn't understand.
With the Sect Leader in Chaoyun Sect, Li Zhibai really couldn't fathom what could cause her unease.
The feeling as if something was directly pressing down on her was incomprehensible.
Li Zhibai certainly couldn't comprehend.
Who is Qinling?
