Inside the room, Yang Zhengshan paid no mind to Wen Yu's and Wen Qiao's thoughts. He had originally intended to continue tempering his Golden Core. After all, to him, it was all the same no matter where he tempered it.
Whether it was Yuxiao Hall or Xiaoyun Peak, neither would hinder him from tempering his Golden Core.
But just as he sat down, a feeling of being spied on arose in his heart.
His Spiritual Sense spread soundlessly and without trace, but he did not find the watcher. Clearly, the spying came from the Great Void.
Who was it?
Yang Zhengshan's expression remained calm and unreadable, but in his heart, he began to ponder.
Who would come running over to spy on him?
It definitely was not one of his own. His own people could simply look openly and aboveboard. There was no need to hide in the Great Void and peep.
Lin Xiqiu?
Probably not. At a time like this, he should have found somewhere to hide. Running around everywhere was not a clever choice.
The Wuchang Ghost Sect?
That was even more impossible. Right now, Yang Zhengshan was only an insignificant Golden Core cultivator. The Wuchang Ghost Sect's targets were those of the Demon Race. They definitely would not come running over to pay attention to him.
After thinking it over, there seemed to be only two possibilities.
The first was enemies—Old Ghost Huangquan and Chiyuan. Those two were the most likely to come and keep an eye on him, and it was also possible they would take advantage of the chaos caused by the Wuchang Ghost Sect this time to come make trouble for him.
The second was a passerby. Perhaps it was a demon king from the Wanhua Mountain Range. Ordinary Demonic Beasts were fleeing the