Ye Xiao halted his steps, and Fu Lingxiang, beside him, followed suit, gazing in the direction of Ye Xiao's focus.
A sense of crisis like never before almost instantly raised goosebumps on her skin.
Cold sweat trailed down her forehead, and even now, with her martial emperor strength, she couldn't help but shiver.
This feeling came not from Ye Xiao, but from the young man standing in front of the nameless tombstone.
"Are you Ye Xiao?"
The young man spoke, his command of the Hua Country language not particularly fluent.
As he spoke, three figures nearly materialized at Ye Xiao's side all at once.
Feng Jing, along with the two Celestial Lords who had previously led Ye Xiao to the summit of the graveyard.
At this moment, Feng Jing's complexion was pale, just like Fu Lingxiang's, and the two Celestial Lords following her were trembling so severely that the murderous aura emanating from the young man nearly forced them to their knees!
