Yang Zhen looked at the retreating figure of Hua Youyue, took a deep breath, and turned to the quarreling cat and chicken, saying, "Let's move fast and see what's happening at the Bone Mountain."
The smug cat looked at the slightly embarrassed chicken and strode over to Yang Zhen, saying in a deep voice, "Kid, if what you saw during your spirit journey is real, I advise you to be careful."
Yang Zhen was puzzled and asked, "Why?"
"A person who can kill you with a glance, even if he's not a Great Saint, is still a peak Heavenly Lord. That might not be his full strength. From what you said, his power obviously has some limit. Are you sure you saw a person and not a Spirit Soul or Spirit Consciousness?"
Yang Zhen was speechless, saying, "It was a critical situation. I, the Sao Saint, could hardly see clearly. But that sensation was unmistakable. I would've died if I'd been a bit slower!"
Mo Xueling was shocked and asked in surprise, "There was no chance of survival at all?"
