It was a little after six in the morning.
Why was this neighbor named Gao Huating here when she was neither going to work nor sleeping in?
Based on Daoist Wang's observations over the past ten days, made [truly by accident], this female nursery worker, Gao Huating, was merely sweet and cute-looking. She was not particularly outstanding otherwise.
She was an ordinary person with no combat ability.
However, from a cultivator's perspective, this girl possessed a certain spiritual aura, which was indeed quite rare.
As people grew older, the worries and attachments in their hearts increased. The Heavenly Gate closed, the Mud Pill Palace became blocked, the meridians solidified, and that spiritual aura gradually dissipated.
For her to still retain that aura at the age of twenty-three or twenty-four...
Her spiritual aura and talent as a child had likely been exceptional.
If Daoist Wang had discovered her when she was three or four years old, he might actually have taken her as a Nominal Disciple.
Unfortunately, this girl was already grown up and had little value left to cultivate.
She rode her bicycle, swaying along the concrete road bathed in dawn light and leaving a crooked trail of tire marks behind her. She looked carefree and happy, while the plastic sunflowers in her basket bobbed along with the bike.
Daoist Wang: ...
She really did seem like a good person.
Just as Wang Jixuan was about to turn and leave, Gao Huating stopped her bicycle by the roadside. She looked around a few times, then jumped into the wheat field beside her with all the stealthiness of a thief.
A patch of "wheat field" suddenly split open.
Only after Wang Jixuan carefully swept the area with his spiritual sense did he discover a small building wrapped in "holographic cloth," perfectly