"What's going on?"
Lu Yuanqing and the others rushed in from outside, obviously feeling the fluctuation as well. Xiaozhai shook her head, indicating she had no idea, then asked, "Senior Wu, how do you feel?"
"Pretty bad."
The red phantom hid inside the wine cup, not daring to poke its head out, only a weak voice transmitted out, "That tremor just now almost dispersed my spirit and soul. How about you?"
"It's an indescribable feeling, difficult to put into words. I can confirm my body is fine, but my soul felt like it was abruptly hoisted up, then dropped from the sky," Shi Yunlai said.
"I felt the same," Mo Haofeng said.
"Same here," Wang Ruoxu said.
At this point, everyone looked over together, only to be alarmed again. The High Priest lay limp within the thunder prison, as if he received some silent summons, and had died without a sound.
To say he had died wasn't quite right; his physical body was still intact, but his soul had detached and drifted toward an unknown place.
