Above the North Sea.
Jiang Fan kept glancing back, feeling a vague sense of unease.
The Six-Path Masters spoke with a serious tone, "Could the Giant King really be hunting you down?"
"Kid, why don't you write your will now?"
"I'll take the Five Magnetic Yuan Mountain; as for the other things, I'll help you return them, and let your family distribute them."
"How does that sound?"
Jiang Fan wasn't in the mood for jokes.
The unease in his heart grew stronger.
If it were just temporary anxiety, perhaps he was being overly suspicious.
But ever since seeing the projection from the small tower, the feeling hadn't diminished; instead, it intensified with time.
Reaching the Nascent Soul Realm means one's sense of fortune and misfortune surpasses that of ordinary people.
This level of abnormal unease suggests something major is about to happen.
Eight to nine out of ten, his worries are indeed real.
The Ancient Giant is coming, and approaching quickly.
