They had already been flying quite stably for quite some time already.
However, he suddenly began to feel worried and uncomfortable along the way. This feeling grew very quickly into a strong sense of warning in his heart.
Even though he refused to be worried at first, this feeling continued to gnaw on him, making him increasingly anxious.
He could tell that something was not right from his instincts.
Now, Xiao Ming trusted his instincts very well. They were almost never wrong.
The only thing close to them in certainty was the ability to be influenced by visions from either the immediate past or early present.
However, he had yet to receive a warning vision, which meant the danger was too concealed.
Nevertheless, he still had the sense of danger, so he could not help but be extra watchful.
"Little Ming, is there any problem?" Xue Mao asked with worry flickering in its ice-blue eyes as it sat on Xiao Ming's shoulder.
