Su Fan climbed the stairs to the second floor, chose a tea table by the window, and took a seat.
Outside the window, clouds streamed and billowed, while the city's scenery spread out before his eyes. He unhurriedly ordered a pot of Jade Mist Spirit Tea, along with several plates of exquisite snacks.
He tapped his fingertips against the tabletop and took a sip, his gaze seemingly sweeping casually over the streets. In truth, his Spiritual Sense had already spread out like a web.
His hand paused slightly around the cup as he sent a thought to Manager Yusheng.
"Yusheng, has the Blood Robe Tower really found no unusual movements from the Celestial Race recently...?"
"Reporting to my lord, over the past few years, I have mobilized all of the Blood Robe Tower's peripheral intelligence networks to monitor the Celestial Race day and night. We have not discovered the slightest unusual movement from them..."
After receiving Manager Yusheng's reply, Su Fan's brows suddenly knitted tightly, his knuckles whitening from the force.
It seemed the Celestial Race had already anticipated being watched. If they were monitored the same way as before, the results would probably be meager.
The high-level aura Ji Feng had sensed moments ago was definitely no illusion. They had clearly changed their strategy.
In the past, whenever the Celestial Race took action, thousands or even tens of thousands of troops would march beneath banners that blotted out the sky. Now, they had actually learned to hide their edge and sheathe their blades.
High-level Celestial Race cultivators had already infiltrated Divine Water Immortal City. This was clearly an infiltration like ants moving house, quietly and soundlessly gathering here from the myriad planes.
It seemed that the Celestial Race had been preparing for this operation for at least several years.