"Even this could be sensed?"
Xu Xiaoshou, lurking beneath the ground, was astonished.
His heart immediately began pounding.
While vanished, it should have been impossible for anyone to detect anything.
But that masked man's senses...
"Was it an illusion?"
"No."
"Not necessarily."
Xu Xiaoshou suddenly recalled the time Shouye had caught up to him. It seemed he had also followed Lu Ke's famed sword, the Azure-Scaled Spine.
But this was different!
At least back then, he had dispelled his vanished state.
Could this masked man truly sense him by feeling alone?
"Probably an illusion?" After muttering to himself, the masked man glanced at the two disbelieving faces beside him and added that line.
Then, he turned his gaze toward the direction of the explosion.
"Seventh, the space has been lifted, right? It's time to head out."
"Oh."
Storyteller nodded indifferently.
Lifting the space?
Xu Xiaoshou's heart leaped with joy at those words.
Sure enough!
His earlier deduction had been correct.
That red-skirted pervert was truly cautious to the extreme.
Even while meeting the Saint Slave's chief here, he had still uneasily sealed off the entire space.
Which meant that if he had truly taken that step to escape, he would only have been courting death! "Snap."
After hearing Storyteller snap his fingers crisply overhead, the void seemed to tremble with it.
Xu Xiaoshou's thoughts came alive.
That brief period of lurking and eavesdropping had nearly emptied his entire stockpile of pills.
Vanishing Art consumed an absurd amount of spiritual essence.
If Storyteller did not lift the spatial exile technique soon, Xu Xiaoshou might truly have to self-destruct.
In this situation, only one path remained.
"One Step to Heav—"
He shouted inwardly.
But just as his essence, energy, and spirit were nearly pushed to their peak, Xu Xiaoshou abruptly reined