Xiao Zhan looked at the images of the Secret Realm on the screen, not saying anything.
He just felt something was odd.
Why had the Secret Realm appeared so frequently recently?
And such a large one at that.
In the past, a Secret Realm of this magnitude would appear at most once a year, but this year, in less than a month, two had already appeared consecutively.
Xiao Zhan had a bad feeling.
But he couldn't pinpoint where this unease was coming from; he could only describe it as an intuition. Yet upon further deliberation, he felt this intuition didn't seem merely instinctual; it felt more like an objective sensation.
Intuition and objectivity?
But those are inherently contradictory.
He was even more confused.
At that moment, the image on the screen suddenly flashed, and everyone instinctively looked over.
Two people appeared in what was previously a calm scene.
