"Is this the Feng family member mentioned by Fellow Daoist Shen Hou?"
The two from the Daode Sect stood on another cliff, similarly observing Witch Di's arrival. Daoist Wenxu's fingers were busy calculating, and his eyes shone fiercely with divine light as he saw the undisguised cyan Qi of fortune, "Sure enough, turbulent times are approaching."
"What does elder brother mean by this?" Zhang Daoyi asked, puzzled.
He knew that indeed a great chaos was about to erupt, but to assert such simply because a Feng family member had appeared seemed too arbitrary.
It wasn't the claim of turbulent times that was hasty, but rather it seemed hasty to make such a claim based on one person alone.
