Just as Zuo Feng was about to step out of the city, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, making him shiver involuntarily.
This sensation of danger, akin to being watched by a beast, was not unfamiliar to Zuo Feng, who had lived in the forest for a long time. Quickly, he turned towards the direction where he sensed the threat, vaguely discerning a window on the fourth floor of the "Flavor House" he had just passed by.
Due to the distance and the dimming evening light, he could only vaguely make out the figures of two men. Although their appearances were indistinct, the feeling was unmistakable; it was one of those men's hostile gaze that pierced through. This sense of danger also made Zuo Feng understand that the opponent's cultivation was likely not below that of Uncle Tian's.
