Rumble—
A sudden tremor cut Jian Feng off. The ground beneath them vibrated, sending small pebbles skittering across the stone.
All eyes turned toward the Garden of Lost Souls. The trees at its edge were wilting and regrowing at visible speed—an anomaly even for this place.
Lan Huiqian's hand instinctively went to her sword. "Something's wrong with the temporal flow..."
The Celestial Pavilion disciples gathered nervously as their elders conferred.
"Could it be Yun Lintian's doing?" one disciple whispered.
Jian Feng sneered. "Impossible. That arrogant—"
"Enough." Jian Kun's quiet command silenced them all. The First Elder stroked his beard thoughtfully. "The Ruins of Forgotten Time are reacting to something. Whether it's Yun Lintian or another force, we must be prepared."
Lan Huiqian nodded. "The Temporal Palace's opening may come sooner than expected. We should—"
BOOM!
