What people casually called a "sixth sense" was just how Meng Qingying and her sisters liked to talk when they were idly chatting.
In truth, for someone who had reached the cultivation level of an Open-Heaven Phoenix Sovereign, once that "sixth sense" stirred it was not mere superstition but an omen — a dim hint from the Heavenly Dao.
It was almost evidence enough that something significant was about to happen.
Qin Yi, Liusu, and Yaoguang all took it very seriously and quickly joined the group chat.
They began to discuss the matter.
At that moment, inside Yu Zhenren's quiet chamber, Yu still stood by the coffin and watched his wife, unmoving.
This had basically become his usual state of cultivation, and it had lasted who knew how many thousands of years.
He knew Meng Qingying worried about him, and he knew she still believed in him.
He also knew that what Meng Qingying believed in wasn't the bond between master and disciple, but that he possessed at least some measure of intelligence.
At least for now, the situation hadn't reached the point where he had lost his reason.
Everyone was still actively thinking of solutions.