Half-step heavenly monarchs.
Three half-step heavenly monarchs.
They lurked in the folds of the void eight hundred li away, maintaining a constant distance from the Shushan Warship.
Neither near nor far, neither hurried nor slow.
They were following them.
The corners of Chen Changqing's mouth lifted slightly.
He neither opened his eyes nor immediately notified Daoist Chen Yuan. The nine scarlet-gold primordial spirits slowly revolved within his Mud Pellet Palace, precisely locking the positions, movement patterns, and frequencies of magical power fluctuations of all three presences into his spiritual sense.
They were like three rats that thought themselves well hidden, unaware that an eagle overhead already had its eyes on them.
Following from eight hundred li away, with half-step heavenly monarch-level concealment techniques. Chen Changqing swiftly analyzed the situation.
These methods did not look like a spur-of-the-moment decision.
Their roles were clearly divided, their distance precise, and the three were deployed in a triangular formation—this was a professional assassination squad.
Those factions whose faces he had trampled at the Heavenly Void Grand Tournament had indeed been harboring ill intentions.
Chen Changqing continued sensing with his eyes closed, extending his spiritual sense outward like strands of fine spider silk.
While locking onto those three presences, he directed his attention beyond the area they occupied, probing farther into the distance.
Twelve hundred li.
Fifteen hundred li.
Two thousand li.
In a deeper layer of the void two thousand li away, he caught an almost imperceptible communication fluctuation.
Someone was making contact through a Communication Jade Talisman.
The direction—east-southeast.
That was the direction of the Great Chu Dynasty.
Chen Changqing slowly opened his eyes.
Scarlet-gold points of light flashed deep within his pupils, then vanished.
"Fishing?" he murmured, the curve of his lips carrying a hint of meaningful coldness.
"That works too."
He