Long Tianyun sat cross-legged in his secluded chamber, the quiet hum of spiritual energy filling the air as he focused on his cultivation. Yet, despite the tranquil atmosphere, a persistent unease gnawed at him. His brows furrowed slightly as a sense of dread began to creep in, something he couldn't quite explain but felt with every fiber of his being. It was as though something precious had slipped through his fingers.
Unable to shake the feeling, Long Tianyun abruptly opened his eyes, the glow of spiritual energy fading from his body. "What is this feeling?" he muttered, standing up and pacing. It was rare for him to be disturbed during cultivation, but the unease was overwhelming.
After a moment of contemplation, he made the decision. "I can't continue like this," he said to himself. "Something is wrong."
With that, he ended his seclusion early, leaving the peaceful chamber behind.
