"I have this feeling over the past couple of days that something is off. How about we just let this drop."
Standing behind Xiahou Ji, Ling Miaotong massaged his temples lightly. Then, slightly bent forward and she leaned her body against Xiahou Ji.
Both she and Xiahou Ji felt that something was off over the last couple of days.
They felt the strange sensation of something arriving and in their dreams, they saw themselves preparing to leave here.
This made her extremely uncomfortable.
She no longer wanted Xiahou Ji to compete for anything. She just wanted him to safe and around.
"It'll be alright. I can sense it. Whoever that is coming towards us... does not come to harm."
Xiahou Ji took hold of Ling Miaotong's hand and said.
He had this fearsome reputation to both enemies and subordinates alike, but he was very gentle towards Ling Miaotong.