"What's wrong, honey?" Duan Yanran asked, puzzled.
Ling Tianyu slightly narrowed his eyes, then closed them, silently extending his Divine Sense to probe the surroundings.
The Divine Sense swept across several miles around.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Just as the Divine Sense reached three miles away, numerous figures appeared, surrounding Ling Tianyu and the others.
"True Martial Saint, I hope you won't get involved in this matter." The leading man dressed in white stepped forward, warningly speaking.
"Reason." Ling Tianyu had just paused because he sensed someone around, even preparing to stop them.
Otherwise, he would have already acted.
Since these people recognized him, it showed they had already been wary of him.
"No reason," the man said. "It's just that we're handling matters, and it's best if you don't get involved. This has nothing to do with you."
As these words were uttered, a cold glint flashed in the eyes of Northern Ming Jingyin.
