“Senior Brother, I can’t shake off this weird feeling in my heart.”
The Dao-couple of Ziyun Sect looked toward the towering city walls ahead, hastening their steps through the gate.
The female disciple suddenly stopped in her tracks.
“…”
The male disciple’s expression also shifted slightly, his gaze fixed on the city guard beside them.
To his shock, the guard seemed utterly blind to their presence, as if they didn’t exist at all.
Instantly, a bead of sweat slipped down his forehead.
“This is bad!”
Jianyang Prefecture was blessed by imperial aura; few would dare to perform demonic or evil acts here.
Besides the Earth God, the government office surely hosted other Immortal Officials, and the Prefect himself wielded the authority of imperial aura to fend off enemies.
Unless those Putuo Sect practitioners wished to die, they wouldn’t dare cause trouble inside the city.
And yet, the two of them had obviously been targeted long ago.
All along, they were not even moving in the direction of returning to the city.
That thought struck, and the male disciple suddenly glanced deeper into the city gate.
What greeted him wasn’t the familiar long street, but rather the dim interior of a temple.
Inside the temple stood a lone statue.