Chen Yi's footsteps halted, and he suddenly turned around, his eyes sharp as lightning as he quickly surveyed his surroundings.
The shadows of the black trees, the crumbling rocks, the broken wood battered by Dragon Power's Gang Wind... The moonlight was bleak, the mountain forest silent, and aside from Consort Dong nearby who looked bewildered, there wasn't another soul in sight.
"What's wrong?" Consort Dong was startled by his sudden movement and also looked around nervously, "Is there something?"
Chen Yi didn't immediately reply, his brows furrowed as he listened carefully. The mountain wind was wailing, there was a faint rumbling from the direction of the Golden Immortal Temple, but nothing else was unusual.
But that sound just now... he clearly heard it, yet now there was no trace of it.
"Didn't you hear it?" He turned his head, staring into Consort Dong's eyes, "Just now... a voice called me."
