Wuming suddenly opened his eyes, and two eerie red lights shot out from them. His face bore a trace of uncontrollable excitement, and then he turned his head to look to the side. At the same time he looked over, the white-haired man also glanced his way, and like Wuming, the excitement was evident in his eyes. However, it was clear that the white-haired man was more composed than Wuming.
"You sensed it too?" Wuming spoke first, his voice trembling uncontrollably, clearly showing that his excitement was far stronger than he appeared to convey. If he had been the only one to sense it, he might have dismissed it as a long-standing illusion, but if the white-haired man felt it too, it was a different matter entirely.
The white-haired man nodded affirmatively and said slowly, "It feels like the aura of the ancestor." Although he tried to make his tone sound calm, anyone listening could tell he was trying hard to suppress his excitement. He just didn't want to seem too out of control.
