At almost the same moment, Yan Moxi, who was meditating in his room, suddenly felt a stir in his heart and sensed that someone was watching him.
"Who's there? How dare you spy on me?" Yan Moxi snapped. His icy gaze followed the vague sensation from earlier and turned toward the south.
The next instant, the feeling of being watched washed away like a receding tide.
At the same time, in the inn, Lu Yang's left hand clenched abruptly, and all the Curse Power in his body vanished.
Cold sweat slowly trickled down his forehead.
Just now, he had felt an immense pressure.
It had been a near thing. If he hadn't prepared himself beforehand and reacted quickly, withdrawing his gaze at once, Yan Moxi would have caught him.
Lu Yang's heart pounded.
He had already confirmed that Yan Moxi knew nothing about curses, yet he had still nearly been discovered in that instant.
"Eight Realm Venerables are indeed on another level. A Venerable-tier existence isn't someone just anyone can spy on at will." Lu Yang marveled inwardly.
Even if someone knew nothing about curses, the deepest principles of heaven and earth often led to the same destination by different paths.
Curses and martial arts might well share some common ground when taken to their ultimate heights.
Yan Moxi was an Eight Realm Venerable, yet he had faintly sensed Lu Yang's scrutiny. Lu Yang couldn't help feeling grateful that he had reacted quickly; otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
Meanwhile, at the City Lord's Mansion,
Yan Moxi's Spiritual Sense spread out in waves, sweeping across all of Demon Arrival City, but it revealed nothing unusual.
This left him somewhat puzzled.
"Hmm? Could it have been my imagination?" Yan Moxi wondered.
In that instant, he had clearly sensed an elusive