Meanwhile.
Fang Yu and Chen Daotian were driving rapidly on the road.
When they were about two kilometers away, Fang Yu couldn't help but frown and said, "Stop."
"What's wrong?" Chen Daotian was puzzled.
"There's a dangerous aura."
"No way, Brother Yu, how do you know?" Chen Daotian exclaimed in surprise.
"Intuition."
Saying it was intuition, how could Chen Daotian believe it? Ever since he had seen those powerful cultivators, he had stopped believing in these so-called feelings and instincts. Hence, when Fang Yu said so, Chen Daotian spread his hands, showing helplessness.
Fang Yu then got out of the car.
He looked around.
Eventually, he set his gaze towards the city center of Yanjing.
Fang Yu bent down, picked up a stone, and drew strange symbols on the ground.
Chen Daotian looked at it and shook his head, saying, "Brother Yu, I've realized lately that you've learned a lot of stuff. What is this ghost talisman about? Planning to curse someone's child for being unruly?"
