Ailao Mountain, beneath the vast blue sky.
Zhang Lingzong looked towards the distant south, gazing at the myriad of stars with a deep and unwavering gaze.
Suddenly, a calamity arrives unexpectedly, a vague feeling ascends to his heart.
Ever since the great tribulation of the Dragon Tiger Red Moon ten years ago, he hadn't felt such intense unease.
Even when he was trapped in the fifth Great Night tribulation, even when he was surrounded and hunted by the experts of White Crane Temple, trapped in Ailao Mountain, he remained calm and unperturbed, without worry or hesitation.
Just now, during his Meditation Divine Cultivation, his heart started racing, unable to find peace.
At his level, he knows fortune and disaster, there's no way he could experience unrest for no reason.
Yet now, in this world, the only thing that could stir his emotion is probably that good son.
"Big Brother Zong, what's wrong?"
