"It's nothing. He's one of mine."
Just as Luo Bei's heart tightened and his Spiritual Sense abruptly gathered on the figure that had stealthily slipped in from behind, Tong Bugu's voice reached his ears.
"Hm?"
Luo Bei moved, almost vanishing from where he stood. When he reappeared, he was already at the door of Tong Bugu's cabin. At the same time Luo Bei entered the cabin, Nalan Ruoxue appeared at its entrance. None of the others showed themselves, clearly indicating that even Yun Yuan and the rest had failed to sense this uninvited guest's arrival.
At a glance, Luo Bei saw a tall, slender man standing respectfully a short distance before Tong Bugu. The man wore some unknown dharma robe. A watery sheen seemed to envelop his body, refracting the light and making his entire person appear nearly transparent, so that only the vague outline of his features could be seen.
But Luo Bei could tell that the extreme concealment of his aura was due to his own cultivation and technique, not the dharma robe he wore.
Given Luo Bei's current cultivation, coupled with the fact that the Jing Nian Tong Ming Jue and the Eternal Life Sutra of Delusion were exceptionally sensitive to the surrounding auras, this nearly transparent figure had only been detected after approaching within thirty-odd zhang. His ability to conceal his aura could only be described as earth-shattering and world-shocking. Moreover, that had been while he was flying at speed. Now that he stood still in silence, his aura was hidden even more deeply. He would likely have to approach within twenty zhang before Luo Bei could detect him.
If someone like this concealed himself somewhere and launched a surprise attack, an ordinary cultivator would have no time to react. They would probably not even have