Before the twins had even managed to send Lin Mu a proper message, he had already felt that something was wrong.
The sudden surge of their Qi tore through the faint connection he shared with them, sharp and chaotic enough that it sent a jolt through his senses. It was not the steady fluctuation of play or hunting. It was violent, compressed, and strained.
Someone was attacking them.
And then he felt it.
The unmistakable resonance of immortal weapons being summoned.
The moment the twins drew out their weapons, Lin Mu's expression darkened completely. He had spoken to Xiao Yin and Xiao Yang about this countless times. Their Peak Grade Immortal Weapons were not meant to be used lightly. Those weapons were not just tools of combat, they were treasures that could incite madness, greed, and bloodshed among cultivators.
They were only to be drawn when the situation had become truly dire.
