The restaurant's second floor was as noisy as ever.
Diners traded toasts, chatting and laughing merrily.
Yang Jing had completely reined in his presence. His once-gentle eyes turned icy as he fixed his gaze on Young Master Hai, watching him descend the stairs.
Young Master Hai clearly knew the art of concealment well. He deliberately suppressed his presence, making that sinister aura so faint it almost blended into the chill between heaven and earth.
Never mind ordinary martial artists-even the finest Transforming Strength experts in Yuhe County would have struggled to detect that barely perceptible anomaly.
But Yang Jing was different. He had already entered the qi-nourishing realm, his cultivation far beyond that of Transforming Strength martial artists. His senses had been honed to extraordinary sharpness; not even the slightest trace of an abnormal aura could escape his scrutiny.
To Yang Jing, the deliberately concealed trace of sinister demonic qi on Young Master Hai was like a firefly in the pitch-black night-bright, glaring, and unmistakable, with nowhere to hide.
Yang Jing remained seated rather than acting immediately. He merely watched coldly as Young Master Hai and the middle-aged guard slowly descended the stairs, his fingertips tapping lightly against the table as he rapidly weighed his options.
Demon Cult fiends were cunning and suspicious. Approaching rashly now might stir the grass and startle the snake.
The best course was to follow in secret, discover their hiding place, and see whether other Demon Cult members stood behind them before wiping them out in one stroke. That was what mattered.
As Young Master Hai vanished around the bend in the staircase, Yang Jing came to a decision. He slowly rose without betraying anything, his leisurely movements attracting no attention from the diners or attendants, as though he were merely an ordinary customer preparing