C170 Bad Premonition

In a quiet place in the far north, the atmosphere was quiet.

As the youth Ling Jian stood on top of a mountain rock, his sharp gaze swept across the cross-legged seated crowd, bringing along a pleased and joyous expression. When he saw the change in the crowd's expressions, as well as the faintly discernible green glow between their brows, he slowly withdrew his gaze