"Sound of the breeze?" Wu shi, Guild Leader Han, and the others were stunned before turning to look at their surroundings.
The sound of the breeze was extremely light, mixed in with the rustling of the leaves. Previously, they had thought that it sounded calm and peaceful, putting them in a state of tranquility. Listening to it once more, however, they thought that it sounded sinister, and they couldn't help but tremble in fear.
"Let's try sealing off our hearing," Guild Leader Han said.
But even after the both of them did so, the wind continued to whistle right in their head, keeping them tightly under its control.
Zhang Xuan shook his head and sent a telepathic message to them.
"It's futile. The sound of the breeze is a type of demonic tune. Even if we seal our sixth sense, it will still travel to our soul directly, making it impossible to fend it off."
