After a moment of planning, Qin He set off.
There was no time to lose. Every moment of delay meant another chance for things to change.
He raised a hand to smooth the creases from his robes, withdrew the concealment restrictions surrounding his residence, and stepped through the door with slow but resolute strides.
His destination was clear—the Spellcasting Arena.
It was an excellent place for Divine Court cultivators to spar, compete, and exchange teachings, and it was also the area with the greatest concentration of Directorates in this heaven.
Cultivators came and went in an endless stream, gathering in groups of three or five to discuss the Dao or watch fights. Voices mingled with fluctuations of laws, making it the ideal place to hide his tracks.
Qin He had barely gone any distance when his brows drew together slightly.
He had a tail.
That watchful presence was faint, barely perceptible, following him at a measured distance. Even when he deliberately looked back, he could see no one. Only a trace of icy law energy lingered, like an abscess clinging to the bone, impossible to shake off.
He did not need to think to know that Li Wuming had sent someone.
Ling Tianfan had already spoken and openly settled the matter, but Li Wuming clearly still could not swallow his anger. He refused to give up and continued secretly watching Qin He's every move. He was quite a character.
A cold sneer curled Qin He's lips. Rather than stopping, he quickened his pace.
This little nuisance amounted to nothing.
Once he reached the Spellcasting Arena, with its crowds and chaotic fluctuations of laws, even the most capable tail could forget about keeping a close watch on him.
Before long, the outline of the Spellcasting Arena appeared ahead.
Unlike the solemn