Suddenly turning around.
Not just Cen Yueyue, Jiang Feng also noticed something off.
Over the past several days, he always felt like someone was watching him from behind, the feeling coming and going, indicating that the person was not constantly surveilling him.
Initially, he thought it was an issue with his cultivation, but now it seemed his feeling was correct.
The snow-clad earth bore no tracks, all birds had vanished over the mountains, the silence atop the range was eerie, and Cen Yueyue was merely standing on a tree branch, letting out a cold laugh.
"Come out!"
Her voice carried a hint of murderous intent, her small hand flipping to grip the Silver Ring in her palm, even Jiang Feng at that moment had drawn his Longsword. His cultivation might not be as exquisite as Cen Yueyue's, but he was not so inept as to miss someone revealing themselves.
"Ah…"
A sigh came from afar.
