The ground rippled with faint light once more, and Lin Changheng reappeared as if spat out by the earth itself. He landed beside Mo Zhaoli, positioning himself to partially shield her.
But now, Lin Changheng's expression was incredibly grim, like frost that hadn't melted in ten thousand years. His gaze was piercingly sharp, fixed on a spot deep within the forest.
If not for the Secret Skill, Smell the Wind and Distinguish Spirits, which he'd acquired from Wu Jiu, Lin Changheng's reaction would have been a crucial fraction of a second slower. By the time the threat closed in, the situation would have been far more dangerous, and he might not have had the time or space to evade.
Mo Zhaoli's gaze followed Lin Changheng's, but she saw nothing—just a bare tree branch. A sweep with her Divine Sense revealed the same.
'Could this be some kind of concealment skill?' Mo Zhaoli's heart sank. This meant the person's Cultivation was very likely higher than her own.
