"Kid, what are you planning?"
A trace of terror crept into Long Qingyun's soul voice as he urged, "Don't do anything reckless. The Heavenly Secrets Bureau has already divined your involvement. Apocalypse City is a death trap! If you don't leave before the Divine Court seals its encirclement, even if you can fight Saint Tier experts, you won't outlast an endless tide of pursuers! A Saint King might even show up. Someone in the Imperial Dao Realm isn't out of the question, either."
Qin He rubbed the faint gold-and-black markings on his wrist with his fingertips. A defiant smile curved his lips, and he shook his head with a soft laugh. "The plan stays the same."
"You really aren't afraid of dying!" Long Qingyun sucked in a cold breath, his soul shadow flitting wildly inside the banner. "You know there's a tiger on the mountain, yet you insist on climbing it. You're seeking your own death!"
"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can't get its cubs," Qin He corrected him. He had already stepped forward, heading straight into the stream of people in the streets.
When Jun Hao and his two companions left earlier, he had used the fluctuations of the Merit Law as cover to silently brand a trace of the Source-Birth Law onto the robes of the attendant with the weakest aura.
This Marking Technique hid in the gaps between laws. Without power of the same origin, it was all but impossible to detect, and now it came in handy.
Qin He gently extended his divine sense, following that faint but distinct mark.
Like a spark in the dark of night, the mark threaded through the tangled Merit Law before finally stopping at a tall tower beside the Divine Shrine in the city center.
That was