Zhao Wuhuai's infiltration had indeed gone unnoticed by Ye Ling.
But she had not merely been spacing out on the surface. Ye Ling had actually been very serious.
Her cultivation was truly unlike anyone else's. She looked like she was sprawled out asleep, like a lump of useless trash, but she was actually cultivating. Others did not know why she improved so quickly, because they always thought she was acting cute and slacking off. Yet she really was cultivating... and cultivating every moment of every day, all right?
Likewise, she looked as if she were staring blankly into space, nearly cross-eyed, but she was actually concentrating with extreme focus as she watched and probed. Like a venomous snake lying in wait, she could spring up and strike at any moment.
Few demons who had cultivated to this level still retained such thick, primal instincts, as though she were some little demon that had only just taken human form... Yet she happened to possess them. That was the strangest part, and it made her difficult for others to understand.
She lurked in the shadows, her divine sense having long since spread across every inch above, below, and around Saint Dragon Peak. Bolstered by all kinds of hidden arrays, she monitored every corner. Even the slightest rustle of wind or grass could scarcely escape her perception.
Yet Zhao Wuhuai was Formless, his cultivation far exceeding hers. He lurked high above in the distance, and she truly could not detect him. On the contrary, her own concealment could not fool Zhao Wuhuai. This was a fundamental gap in hard strength. It could not be helped; it was not that she had missed him while daydreaming.
But Zhao Wuhuai had underestimated her, thinking this little snake was nothing but a joke. That was where