At a military base in the Northwest Military Region, on a mountain peak.
Ling Zhantian and Ling Tianlong sat facing each other with crossed legs.
Suddenly, Ling Zhantian opened his eyes wide, looking towards the northwestern sky with a deep sense of dread.
A layer of fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead, as if he had just had a nightmare.
"Father, what's wrong with you?"
Ling Tianlong couldn't help but ask.
Ling Zhantian looked serious and said in a deep voice, "I don't know what's going on either. Just a moment ago, I felt an unprecedented danger, and I was actually afraid. I felt like there were eyes in the northwestern sky watching us."
"Whew!"
After speaking, Ling Zhantian took a long, deep breath, his whole body soaked in cold sweat.
"Is this really happening?"
Seeing Ling Zhantian covered in sweat, even emitting steam, Ling Tianlong was astonished.
