The Jade Condensation Pill was a fine thing. He only had five in total, and unless absolutely necessary, he had no wish to sell such precious pills to offset the transmission fee.
A quarter-hour later.
Wei Tu arrived at the entrance to his rented cave abode.
The moment he arrived, he immediately sensed more than ten concealed divine senses lurking nearby.
Every one of those concealed divine senses was at least at the mid–Void Refinement stage. Two of them even belonged to great experts at the peak of Void Refinement.
They were no less formidable than First Seat Chai, who had reincarnated and rebuilt his cultivation.
Wei Tu sneered inwardly. After committing the auras of those cultivators to memory, he flicked his sleeve and, without changing expression, opened the cave abode's formation and stepped inside.
"Forgive me, Master. When this little servant broke through, I accidentally stirred the true spirit phantom and caused trouble for Master."
A soft, syrupy voice came from deep within the cave abode. Rather than maintaining her true form after breaking through to the sixth rank, the Blood-Winged Mo had transformed back into the "Yin Hongtao" Wei Tu had previously seen—a beautiful woman dressed in red.
With an apologetic look on her face, she flew out of the seclusion chamber and, like a maidservant, lowered herself in a respectful curtsy before Wei Tu.
"You can sense the divine senses of those cultivators outside?" Wei Tu raised his brows slightly, somewhat surprised.
He had known since his time in the lower realm that the Blood-Winged Mo possessed formidable sensory abilities.
Otherwise, this woman could not have secretly followed behind him and the Golden Silkworm Snow Lady all the way into God-Mourning Ridge.
But... that had been between cultivators of the same realm.
Now, every divine sense lurking