"Brother Ye Chen, look, a lot of clouds are gathering together like a big storm!" Lin Xian'er exclaimed, pointing at the sky where pitch-black dark clouds swirled.
However, Ye Chen did not care about this and looked behind in the distance.
The old man Yang Wuji also fixed his gaze in the same direction, but his eyes narrowed and filled with wariness.
'Why is that thing so impatient? There are still a few trials ahead!' The old man muttered in his heart with some dissatisfaction; however, no matter how irritated he was, he didn't dare to display it on his face.
"Old man, are you hiding something?" Ye Chen inquired, his eyes sharp as he looked at the old man.
Just a few seconds ago he felt a terrifying gaze locking on him from behind. It wouldn't have been too much of a problem or serious issue; however, the gaze was filled with ill intentions. Furthermore, the gaze alone was enough to change the sky.
