Better safe than sorry—it always had been!
Sure enough, just as Chen Mo had guessed, this ball of Spiritual Sense did not belong to Zu Liming. It was the Spiritual Sense imprint left behind by the original owner of the golden armor.
He had already been suspicious when the pair of Golden Armguards floated back into the air after Zu Liming died. Without Zu Liming's control, how could they still remain suspended in midair?
The main reason was that after swallowing Zu Liming's Spiritual Sense, he found the aura emitted by the Golden Armguards both familiar and unfamiliar. It was familiar because it matched the aura he had swallowed, so there was nothing difficult about identifying it. He could sense it directly.
Yet the unfamiliarity came from the fact that the aura seemed mixed with a trace of pressure. That pressure was extremely faint. If his Spiritual Sense had not been so sensitive, he would never have noticed it.
Therefore, Chen Mo had suspected that the Golden Armguards might contain a trap. He especially needed to be careful while refining them.
Sure enough, after swallowing it this time, Chen Mo discovered that he had been right.
Those who ate were ruled by their hunger!
As long as there was food to eat, nothing could stop them!
When it came to a ball of Spiritual Sense carrying such pressure, if quality was lacking, quantity would make up for it.
After carefully probing and confirming that this ball of Spiritual Sense had no more tricks up its sleeve, he began increasing the amount of Spiritual Sense he sent in. Although the quality of his Spiritual Sense could not compare to that tottering remnant, it was not even worth mentioning in comparison.
Its source might have been the Spiritual Sense of some immortal