บท 1044: Humbling by the silver light

Yang Qing's body was taut like an arrow ready to be let loose at whatever predator had set its sight on him. He shrunk his palace sense to a 100-meter radius around him, taking great care to avoid the strange elm tree.

In his mind, if an attack was to come for him, it was likely to come from the strangest object in the area, and right now, to him, that object was the tree. He could only hope that his reactions were sharp enough to respond to whatever it might throw at him.

A minute passed by with no attack, but that only made Yang Qing all the more anxious. After five minutes, as his mind grew comfortable to his tense state, he started rationalizing about his present circumstances.

"Why am I panicking? Even if it is an unfamiliar place, it is still the Order's territory," said Yang Qing, as he tried to laugh off his earlier actions in a bid to calm himself.