Chapter 1870 - The First Danger Zone (1/2)

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Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

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Everything was still normal after they arrived at Fanxue Mountain. The guy with the strange Undead Magic did not show up again, but everyone was tense and under a lot of pressure since they had to stay  alert at all times.

Mo Fan sat in the garden. The roof extended out just enough to block the fierce rain. Cold breezes swept past continuously. As Mo Fan lifted his gaze, all he could see was the curtain of rain blocking the mountains in the west and the sea in the east. Everything was dark and gloomy.

Huge raindrops were falling like bullets, splashing as they reached the ground. Mo Fan had initially planned to go for a stroll, but was instead trapped at home for two days because of the rain. Mu Ningxue happened to be away too, so Mo Fan ended up extremely bored since he could only cultivate quietly in the garden.

“The storm is a little too big,” Lingling grabbed herself a chair and sat down beside Mo Fan. She was hugging the warm Little Flame Belle and fondling her like she was a kitten.

“Yeah, it’s been a while since I last saw a storm this big,” Mo Fan agreed with a nod.

“Something bad is going to happen,” Lingling said.

“You mean Feiniao City?” Mo Fan asked.

“I’m not sure, but it’s already the third day. Not only is the storm still going, it hasn’t shown any signs of weakening,” Lingling told him.

“Are you telling me you have a bad feeling about this?” Mo Fan queried promptly.

Lingling did not respond. She was staring at the entrance like a cat with sharp eyes. Someone in a white outfit and a huge black umbrella was approaching them.

“Mo Fan!” The man took the umbrella down, and was promptly drenched in the rain. He spoke immediately, “I’m afraid I’ll need to head south.”

“Oh? Is it urgent? We still haven’t found the guy with the Undead Magic. I don’t think it’s wise to leave Fanxue Mountain now,” Mo Fan answered.

“I don’t have a choice, something serious has happened. I am currently the chief of the South Wing Platoon, and I have to go,” Mu Bai stated.

“Tell us what’s going on first,” Mo Fan cajoled him.

“Is it Xiamen?” Lingling lifted her gaze and spoke as if she could predict the future.

Mu Bai gasped, seeming a little surprised. He did not understand how Lingling knew it was Xiamen, since the information was kept confidential.