A band of cultivators halted their journey through the forest when their leader—a middle-aged man with sharp eyes—raised his hand in a silent command. The group immediately stopped, their movements disciplined and synchronized.
"Boss, won't we be late if we rest now?" one of the subordinates inquired, concern etching his features.
The leader didn't respond verbally. Instead, he simply pointed upward toward the heavens. The disciples followed his gesture, their eyes widening as they took in the sight above.
"That's..." the subordinate began, his voice trailing off in recognition.
"That's right," the boss confirmed. "Someone is undergoing a tribulation here."
Excitement rippled through the group, their faces brightening with anticipation like predators sensing wounded prey. One of the more eager disciples stepped forward.
"Should we interfere?" he asked, barely concealing his eagerness.
