In the quiet darkness, Han Xuhan felt a sense of crisis he had never felt before. It wasn't terror, it wasn't anxiety, it wasn't the urge to jump to his feet and run away.
This was something much more ambiguous, striking at the rarest depths of his heart, dragging up a mass of emotions that he had never clearly felt before; not together, at least.
At this moment, Han Xuhan didn't dare to move a muscle. As if facing a predator whose nature went beyond his wildest ideas, every cell of his body was frozen in a mixture of incomprehension and fear.
He was facing an existence in this chaotic world of cultivation who could appear and disappear from perception as she pleased. The forces involved with her, the powers wielded by her, and the secrets surrounding her, none of these were within his capabilities.
