When the Road Is Uneven, Someone Will Level It

"Believe me!" The woman did not hesitate.

Xu Qing raised an eyebrow, unsure why she was so decisive.

"Come with me," Xu Qing said quietly to the woman. Then, with a flicker of his body, he drifted silently toward her.

A trace of surprise flashed through the woman's eyes, but she immediately concealed her aura as well.

Then Xu Qing raised his hand and waved.

"No matter where you appear in a moment, don't move around."

The next second, the woman vanished from where she stood.

Xu Qing sent her directly into the Immortal Spirit Space.

Only that place was truly safe.

Xu Qing stood where he was for a moment, then waved his hand. A faint breeze stirred through the room, sweeping away every trace of aura.

Countless specks of dust quietly gathered in Xu Qing's hand, forming a pebble no bigger than half a fingernail.

Only then did Xu Qing turn and return to the bed.

A short while later, a cultivator knocked on Xu Qing's door.

"What is it?" Xu Qing's voice was as still as water, without the slightest ripple.

"Sir, we have been ordered to conduct a search. Please forgive the intrusion."

Though the cultivator outside sounded respectful, his tone carried an unyielding firmness.

Xu Qing nodded slightly, having already devised a response.

He slowly got up, opened the door, and allowed the cultivator inside.

The moment the cultivator entered, he released his Spiritual Sense and carefully searched every corner of the room.

Yet no matter how he searched, he found nothing unusual.

He frowned and looked at Xu Qing. "Sir, we received word that someone is hiding here. Could you perhaps provide any clues?"

Xu Qing chuckled. "I'm merely an ordinary traveler. How would I know anything about your grudges?

"Still, I can tell