"Imperial Son, it looks like we've been watched!"
While Lin Bai sat cross-legged and regulated his breathing, Old Wen did not rest. Instead, he kept a constant watch over the movements around them.
With Old Wen's mastery of the Undying Soul Incantation, even if a formation isolated the inn from the outside, his divine sense could easily penetrate it.
He immediately said to Lin Bai, "There are roughly fifteen people. They're fully armed, but their cultivation isn't high!"
"They're only around the Dao God realm."
After entering the Northern Region, Lin Bai and Old Wen had deliberately suppressed their cultivation to the Dao God realm so as not to attract attention.
Lin Bai said indifferently, "Did our lavish spending in the Northern Region arouse the greed of its martial artists?"
Old Wen nodded. "Most likely. After all, any martial artist who can casually produce immortal jade has a considerable background."
"We suppressed our cultivation to the Dao God realm while spending money like dirt. Naturally, we attracted quite a bit of coveting."
Lin Bai nodded silently, rose from the bed, and said, "Forget it. There's no need to bother with them."
"Let's go."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Bai and Old Wen vanished from the room simultaneously. At the same time, someone smashed the tightly shut door open from outside.
Roughly a dozen Northern Region martial artists charged into the room with weapons in hand. They looked around, but did not find any trace of a martial artist.
"Where are they?"
"Where did they all go?"
"How did they disappear?"
The dozen or so Northern Region martial artists were horror-struck and began searching everywhere. But with Lin Bai and Old Wen's cultivation and strength, trying to capture them was simply wishful thinking.
After leaving the inn, Lin Bai