Inside the carriage, Ye Chang'an kept his eyes closed in meditation, saying nothing.
Although he was a Second Heaven Acupoint Realm Alchemist, his combat experience was less than that of other Martial Artists at his level. However, his Divine Sense had been honed through countless trials and was far stronger than theirs.
Even from within the enclosed carriage, his powerful Divine Sense had clearly detected the unsettling changes in their surroundings.
The Yin Cold Qi was bizarre and unsettling, enough to make one's heart pound in fear!
Ye Chang'an slowly opened his eyes, narrowing them slightly as a grave expression crept onto his face.
Just then, a fierce wind kicked up, sending sand and stones flying. A dark figure emerged from the shadows on the left side of the valley, walking forward slowly.
The figure wore a wide, black robe and a featureless, deathly-pale mask that gave off an eerie glow in the twilight. It was an utterly chilling sight.
