She couldn't help but feel panic and sweat soaked her back. Changtian now knew her like the back of his hand, and preempted her anxiety by saying: "Ning Xiaoxian, where is your composure?"
His voice carried the weight of Divine Power, like a basin of cool spring water poured down on a hot day, immediately calming her agitated mind.
Indeed, under the tree just two feet away from her rested the Great Demon! Although its limbs were limp, its hearing and sense of smell were intact. Any slight abnormality in her heartbeat, breathing, or even a couple of extra drops of sweat would raise its suspicions!
A journey of a hundred miles is half-complete at ninety miles. Ning Xiaoxian, having barely made it this far, must not falter at the last hurdle! She surreptitiously regulated the breath throughout her body.
