"Hmm? What's going on? Why do I suddenly feel a chill down my spine?"
The white-haired elder's heart skipped a beat as an inexplicable chill emerged from the depths of his heart. This sudden throbbing made his heart involuntarily tremble.
Cultivators trusted their instincts the most. After all, at their level, although they could not foresee the future, they could still sense that something was amiss to some extent.
Now, his intuition was telling him that danger lay ahead. So it was definitely not unfounded. Intuition would not lie. Perhaps some great peril awaited him in the future.
However, no matter how much the white-haired elder racked his brains, he still could not figure it out.
