The courtyard lay silent.
Han Yi vaulted over the wall. After taking a few cautious steps forward, he found that the spiritual energy fluctuation had completely vanished after entering the courtyard.
Yet Han Yi's curiosity had been thoroughly piqued.
He circled the courtyard without making a sound. After searching it once, his brows furrowed.
"Strange. It disappeared?"
Han Yi did not suspect that there had been a problem with his divine sense. That spiritual energy fluctuation had indeed existed—it had simply fled in an instant.
"Forget it. Looking at this, even if it truly was an immortal opportunity, it was not destined for me."
Han Yi laughed breezily and did not dwell on it. Immortal opportunities were a blessing if obtained; if they could not be obtained, they could not be forced.
He was about to leave when his steps suddenly halted. With a flash, he vanished from where he stood and appeared at a corner of the courtyard.
Because within the range of his divine sense, a young man had climbed over the wall at the courtyard's other corner and was heading toward its center.
This evasive move was merely Han Yi's cautious nature at work.
The next moment, the corner of his mouth twitched.
"No, why am I hiding? I haven't done anything shameful. There's no need to hide."
Han Yi was about to stand and leave, but he shrank back again.
"If I leave now, I'll only look sneaky, as if I'm up to something. Better to wait until this person leaves before going. That would be more appropriate."
"Besides, this man looks even more furtive than I am. There must be something wrong with him. If I go out, trouble will surely come looking for me."
Han Yi sat cross-legged in the corner.
To avoid arousing