He trusted this feeling of his very much.
It was because of this feeling that, throughout the millennia of his cultivation, he evaded disaster after disaster.
It allowed him to ascend from the lowliest and weakest Hidden Dust, prey for any member of the Human Clan and Demon Beasts, step by step to the Third-Order Perfection.
If he were really to fall here because of this, it would have been unworthy.
His figure slowly began retreating.
However!
A clear voice emanated from the island.
"What a pleasure to have friends come from afar. Friend, since you're here, why not show yourself?"
Under the moonlight, a man entered his vision, clad in a loose white Daoist robe, his long hair cascading behind him, held only by a wooden hairpin.
He seemed to walk upon the moon, his gaze piercing, like the unfathomable depths of a cold lake, gazing coldly at him from a distance of miles.
Yuan Yin's heart began to pound, a strong sense of extreme danger arising within it.
