Shi Ao's Deduction

From the traces left near the Teleportation Formation, Shi Ao had pieced together a great deal. He suspected that the Demon Race Buddhist cultivator was still on this planet, and that was what interested him most. Deep down, Shi Ao had already resolved to kill him.

Shi Xin and the other Tribulation Crossing Stage experts had headed for the nearest Teleportation Formation. Their cultivation was formidable, and they moved at tremendous speed; they would reach their destination before long. They were also constantly scanning the ground below. With their Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivation, finding a large group on the move would be easy.

Shi Ao sat cross-legged beside the Teleportation Formation and reviewed everything that had happened since they arrived on this planet. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "Grandpa Shi Heng, are you still wondering how so many people managed to slip past our blockade?"

"Of course. We old fellows are already at the Tribulation Crossing Stage, and our spiritual sense can cover a vast area. By all rights, we should have found them." Shi Heng nodded, his voice full of confusion. "Yet somehow they escaped our notice. It's simply unbelievable."

"Grandpa Shi Heng, we put too much faith in our spiritual sense." Shi Ao pondered for a moment, and when he saw Shi Heng's puzzled expression, he explained, "Your spiritual sense can reach a long way, but what if they were hiding somewhere that could block it? Underwater, for instance, or in the fog?"

"Block spiritual sense? Underwater? Or in the fog?" Shi Heng muttered. Then he slapped his forehead, his voice suddenly rising. "I've got it! That Great Lake shrouded in billowing mist that we passed earlier—they must have been hiding in it, which is how they evaded our search. Ah, this is on me, too. I sensed