Mo Yujian took a deep breath as he regulated his cumulated qi around his meridian and felt how the effect of holy water had somehow strengthen his veins and fastened his cultivation. As usual, whenever he took a short break, he expanded his senses and everytime, he could feel the presence of the little guy that was loyally waiting for him by his side.
Whenever that happened, he would feel relaxed and warm, as if someone had poured a bucket of honey across his heart.
But this time, he couldn't sense anyone at all.
His eyes fluttered open and instantly, the thick scent of blood assaulted his nose.
His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach and he hastily called. "Little pup?"
When there's no answer for the next two seconds, he threw his cultivation to the back of his mind and got up from the pool. Water splashed down his body. He turned around and surveyed his surrounding but didn't find Ouyang Xueqing there.
A sliver of panic struck him.
