But before he could figure out what that feeling was, the imperial carriage had already gone far away.
"Go back!"
"Turn around!"
Shen Chongming immediately shouted.
Yet the old beggar outside the carriage was ultimately not a real driver and simply ignored him.
Helpless, Shen Chongming could only walk out of the carriage himself and cast a spell to stop the imperial carriage.
The old beggar sitting to the side still didn't move, like a statue.
Standing in midair, Shen Chongming's gaze fell on a small dot in the vast sea below. After pondering slightly, he put the imperial carriage away into his Storage Bag and turned into a stream of light, flying toward that medium-sized island.
No Spiritual Power fluctuations could be seen from the old beggar's body, yet he eerily kept up with Shen Chongming's speed.
When the two appeared above the island, that faint, elusive feeling surfaced again.
"This is… the aura of blood…"
"There are people of my Shen Family on the island below!?"
