On the soft, expansive bed, Yang Fei instantly became alert at the sound of the door opening, swiftly hiding his True Yuan within his acupoints and simultaneously stopping his meditation to restore his Primordial Spirit.
He thought it was Immortal Yan returning, so he asked aloud.
However, he didn't hear Immortal Yan's reply.
A thought crossed his mind that perhaps Immortal Yan couldn't speak, so he quietly waited, but he soon realized something was wrong.
His strong perception and keen sense of smell revealed that the person entering the room was not Immortal Yan.
"You are..."
Yang Fei began to ask who the other person was, but suddenly his vision blurred as a figure, like a specter, flashed from behind the screen to the front of his bed and then seized him by the throat.
Uh...
Yang Fei's pupils contracted sharply, a novel fear sweeping through his body, filling him with deep despair.
