Su Ping stood rooted to the spot, entirely at a loss for a moment.
He didn't know if something had actually gone wrong, or if he was just overthinking things.
Or perhaps, he was the anomaly. At this very moment, his biggest difference from the others—especially when dealing with this Heavenly Tomb—was the Celestial Tomb Mark in his mind.
Was the existence of this thing the main cause of the anomaly?
But was it a good thing or a bad thing?
He didn't know.
Yet at that moment, the Celestial Tomb Mark deep within his soul lit up once again.
The deafening noise was still there, but that bizarre, brain-piercing sensation had vanished completely.
Su Ping exhaled. Looking at the bewildered Zhu Linxin, he didn't say or ask much.
At a time like this, even he couldn't grasp the situation.
If he carelessly incited panic in the other man, the situation would undoubtedly worsen.
"Master Su, what should we do?" Zhu Linxin blinked at Su Ping.
