The heavy, gray fog of the Whispering Woods didn't just part; it was sucked backward as a massive shadow erupted from the canopy above.
"Look out!" Ji'an roared, her paranoia and survival instincts instantly overriding her desperate need for cosmic lore.
Plummeting from the petrified branches were three Rank 6 Red Mud-Serpents, built as massive, sixty-foot-long monstrosities covered in razor-sharp, glowing blue scales, their jaws unhinged to reveal rows of dripping, venomous fangs.
They had been masking their presence, waiting for the exact moment the two human cultivators were distracted by their dramatic conversation.
Ji'an didn't have time to demand answers about Lin Feng.
She didn't have time to interrogate Shen Zechuan.
The Official Sect Martial Ranking was a live-fire exercise, and the realm was actively trying to digest her.
