Hearing Xu Wendong's whisper, Elder Weng's pupils suddenly contracted, as if touched by invisible ice. A piercing chill instantly penetrated to his marrow, causing his entire body to stand on end, his scalp tingling, as an inexplicable fear spread within his heart.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze, with only a gentle breeze brushing past, bringing no warmth, but adding to the eeriness.
Elder Weng felt a covert terror: "How did the government know of our whereabouts? Could there be a traitor within?"
He tried to calm himself, but the unease clung to him like a shadow, impossible to shake off.
"It seems that our journey this time is destined not to be peaceful. Some people do not want you to join the Yin Corpse Sect!" Elder Weng's voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed from the depths of his throat, mixed with helplessness and indignation: "The treachery of the human heart is far beyond imagination."
