Although Lu Xiaotian was extremely vigilant, he was not the least bit flustered. He calmly searched back and forth with his divine sense.
Just what kind of person was so skilled at concealment? Lu Xiaotian kept surveying his surroundings. Several secondary Primordial Spirits searched above and below, leaving no place unchecked. Although he still could not achieve complete airtightness, within a certain distance, even a grand cultivator would find it far from simple to conceal themselves flawlessly.
Perhaps they were underground. For now, Purpleleaf Zhenwu was still asleep, so he could not use it to probe deeper beneath the ground.
Just as Lu Xiaotian was secretly feeling somewhat vexed, he suddenly let out a soft cry of surprise inwardly. He still saw no signs of any other cultivators or Demon Cultivators appearing. However, Lu Xiaotian discovered something exceedingly strange. To the northwest, roughly five or six li away, among several small mounds of earth that had originally risen from the ground, there seemed to be one extra little mound. This mound was less than a zhang across.
Earlier, Lu Xiaotian's secondary Primordial Spirits had searched this direction several times. Even so, Lu Xiaotian was now somewhat doubtful. He could not be completely certain. Nevertheless, a trace of suspicion had arisen in his heart. While remaining vigilant for potential enemies lurking nearby, he also paid a little more secret attention to the area where the mounds stood.
Since the enemy had not yet made a move, Lu Xiaotian had no intention of using the True-Illusion Ice Pupils for now. After all, the True-Illusion Ice Pupils consumed the magical power within the magic pearl, and after being used a certain number of times, they required time to recover. Unless absolutely necessary, Lu Xiaotian did not want to waste this incomparably precious pearl