The moon was bright, and only a few stars shone overhead. A night breeze blew past.

Su Yi watched as a dark cloud flew in from afar, silently and without warning, blotting out the radiant moon.

The sky instantly dimmed, and even the distant, churning waters of the river seemed calmer and more docile.

“Hm?” Yuan Heng suddenly furrowed his brow.

“Big Brother Yuan Heng, what is it?” asked Qing Ya.

Instead of answering, Yuan Heng looked at Su Yi. “Master, I just felt an irrepressible throbbing in my soul, and my heart is shaking in terror, as if some disaster were about to befall us.”

Bai Wenqing hurriedly said, “I felt the same thing.”

Wen Xinzhao, Qing Ya, and Zhang Yuntao were stunned. All three were instantly on guard.

“Dragons are sensitive to clouds, and tigers are sensitive to wind. Changes in heaven and earth alert those most sensitive first. You’re both yao cultivators, so it’s to be expected that you’d sense this change.” Su Yi retracted his gaze, raised his wine gourd, and took a sip.

When he sensed his companions’ alarmed and bewildered gazes, he couldn’t help but laugh dryly. “No need to be nervous. A little reptile has come calling, that’s all.

A little reptile? The group was still confused when suddenly, they sensed something...