Time trickled on, never stopping, and two years passed just like that.
Over those two years, Ling Tian had done little besides cultivate and explore the Ten Thousand Swords Cliff branch. Fortunately, Dongfang Lei held a fairly distinguished position, so nobody questioned Ling Tian when he went to those places. He had visited the Artifact Refining Hall, the Scripture Pavilion, the Talisman Workshop, and more. He had even gone to the Spirit Stone Hall, guarded by an immortal. Of course, Ling Tian hadn't dared use his divine sense to probe, nor had he used the Void Breaking Buddha Eye.
He had gone to the Spirit Stone Hall not only to investigate the whereabouts of the plaque, but also to feel the aura of an immortal. This time, however, Ling Tian had been disappointed. The rogue immortal was a gray-haired old cultivator, sitting cross-legged in a secluded corner, like an ancient monk who had never moved. Ling Tian couldn't sense the slightest trace of aura from him. If Little Zhu and Po Qiong hadn't been exceptionally keen-sensed, Ling Tian might have suspected that the man was just an ordinary person.
Though he couldn't sense the rogue immortal's aura, Ling Tian didn't dare let his guard down in the slightest. He prided himself on his keen senses, yet he couldn't detect this man's aura. That showed just how terrifyingly well the rogue immortal had concealed it.
After leaving the Spirit Stone Hall, Ling Tian felt a faint bead of cold sweat trickle down his forehead. A chill ran down his back.
"Po Qiong, did that rogue immortal probe me just now?" Ling Tian asked in his mind. When he'd entered the Spirit Stone Hall, he'd sensed something strange.
"Mm. The rogue immortal sent out a wisp of divine sense," Po Qiong replied