When he woke up, the feeling had disappeared. It quickly came and went.
"Was it an illusion?" Wang Yao asked.
He went to the herbal field. The dog came out of the kennel and walked toward him.
"San Xian, have you found any abnormalities?" Wang Yao asked.
Woof! Woof! The dog used its claws to scratch the ground.
"Mountain?" Wang Yao closed his eyes to release his neixi.
In the spirit gathering battle array, the atmosphere between heaven and earth was too rich. No subtle changes could be felt. He had to go back to the top of the mountain.
There was nothing unusual. "That's weird."
Now that Wang Yao was up, he was not in a hurry to go back to bed. Instead, he circled the mountain. He did not find anything out of the ordinary, so he went home to sleep.
The next day, it was gloomy. At 9 a.m., it was slightly rainy and thundering.