"What happened to you?"
Jiang Xue squatted beside the red Qilin, patted its head, and asked softly.
Sensing its look, Zhou Xuanji threw it a stare. The Qilin was so frightened that it backed down and did not dare to look at him.
Jiang Xue rolled her eyes at Zhou Xuanji and asked without overthinking, "The sky is changing too quickly. Could it be that a world-shaking devil is coming into the world?"
Just when Zhou Xuanji was about to reply, Daoya Old Man, who stood behind, vomited blood. The old man turned pale and weak immediately.
Everyone looked at him fearfully.
"A great catastrophe... Such terrifying fluctuation in destiny..." He said with eyes wide open, and a look of fear was all over his face.
The little black snake asked as he spat his forked-tongue, "What are you talking about? Can you speak clearly?"
Zhou Xuanji immediately stopped his cultivation.
