Because Feng Fan was concerned about a potential attack from Shi Fan, he activated his spiritual qi vision as they set off toward the White Crow Sect grounds.
At first, everything seemed normal, but just a few minutes into their journey, Feng Fan noticed an unusual, scattered mass of spiritual qi ahead.
"Elder Peng, something's wrong up ahead! Tell the bluebird to take a detour," he warned urgently.
"Hm? What do you mean?" Elder Peng asked, confused.
Before Feng Fan could explain further, the delay had already cost them.
The bluebird passed through the strange spiritual qi mass, and its eyelids began to droop. Its movements slowed until, moments later, it started descending toward the ground.
"Sleeping Beast Powder!" Elder Peng shouted, his expression turning grim as he realized they had fallen into a trap.
A malicious laugh echoed nearby.
"Hahaha! Little bastard, you weren't expecting this, were you? Today, you'll die!"
