Qin Xi was extraordinarily intelligent. Plus, she and Lin Tianming were husband and wife, with countless experiences of fighting side by side over the years. They had long developed a psychic connection.
Moreover, Lin Tianming had remained motionless, clearly not believing that the Ink Jiao had really noticed anything.
Thus, even though Lin Tianming had said nothing, Qin Xi could still grasp his intent.
So, the couple held their breath together, doing their utmost to conceal their presence and movements.
Under their efforts, the Ink Jiao kept its gaze fixed in their direction.
Several breaths passed, and the area around the pond remained absolutely still.
Seeing this, the Ink Jiao, disbelieving, scanned the area again, but still nothing revealed itself.
After a long while, the Ink Jiao finally accepted that its earlier perception of something amiss was likely just a figment of its imagination.
It reasoned that this was, after all, its nesting grounds.
