Uh!
Although it was just a simple greeting, Lu Yang felt as if he were suffocating at that moment.
That voice... Was it Lu Luo?
He subconsciously looked around. The changing room was spacious and bright, with no place to hide. Even the lockers they used for their clothes were small, not nearly big enough for someone to hide inside.
So...was that just an illusion?
"Maybe I'm just too tired from staying up late. I should go home and rest," Lu Yang thought. He didn't know if this counted as comforting himself, but as he biked home, he constantly felt like someone was following him.
But he never spotted anyone.
"This feeling... it's not right!"
After getting home, Lu Yang glanced behind him, then quickly entered his house. He slammed the door shut, secured it with three locks, and then pulled out his customized warblade.
He stared intently at the front door, his body equally taut and on alert.
This was the intuition of a Transcendent.
