Long Yan's heart cried out in alarm. Just now, in his moment of carelessness, he feared that all his efforts in the dead of night might be wasted.
The sound of stone fragments shattering echoed exceptionally clearly in the silent night sky. Below, Liang Tu abruptly stood up with a swish and gazed toward the air above.
"Don't breathe!"
Yun Huang cried out sharply. Instinctively, Long Yan held his breath. In that instant, a sweep of Divine Sense brushed across Long Yan's body. Now, Long Yan was clutching the protruding stone outside the wall with one hand, looking rather comical.
"How is this possible?"
Liang Tu muttered incredulously to himself. Just now, the feedback from his Divine Sense showed that above there was absolutely nothing—only a cold wall where his Divine Sense had scanned. Could it be that he was experiencing auditory hallucinations from too many nights without proper rest?
