"Who? Who is speaking? Get out here!"
Chi Yan shivered all over, his eyes scanning the surroundings in horror, feeling an indescribable chill from the soles of his feet to his heart.
Standing beside him, Chi Huo, hearing Chi Yan's words, was frightened and jumped three feet high, exclaiming, "Who, who? What's wrong with you, Chi Yan?"
Seeing Chi Huo's reaction, Chi Yan was somewhat perplexed and asked, "Didn't you hear any voices?"
"What voices?" Chi Huo glared at Chi Yan annoyedly and said, "Don't scare yourself! Both our Cultivation have already reached the Saint Realm, escaping the detection of our Divine Sense would require at least a Late-stage Saint. Do you think these Great Powers have nothing better to do than guard such a broken star?"
