The ominous feeling came toward the cultivators under the moon. There was an abundance feeling of dread looming in their minds before the clot of clouds started to gather despite Lyon's overwhelming presence.
"This is?!" thought Jin as he looked above before letting out a heavy snort from his nostrils. He knew very well what the raising goosebumps on his arms meant. The wind suddenly turned wild but he casually put his arms on the back as he let his hair fluttered against it. His eyes had turned sharp from the slight astonishment of what her daughter currently inciting.
"Priscila, get out of there, it's going to be dangerous," said Jin with a calm tone.
