With his hiding place exposed in a single remark, Chen Lin immediately went on high alert.
Although his Shadow Spirit Boat had not reached the level of a Spirit Treasure, it ranked among the finest Pseudo Spirit Treasures. Even a Golden Core Cultivator could not see through its concealment, yet this woodcutter-like man had done exactly that without showing the slightest fluctuation of mana. Chen Lin had no choice but to treat him with caution.
What he had not expected, however, was that the man merely said that one sentence before shouldering his firewood again and heading toward the village, showing no intention of paying him any further attention.
Chen Lin was bewildered and uncertain.
Whether an ordinary person or a cultivator, nobody should have reacted like that upon seeing such a large Spirit Boat concealed overhead.
Moreover, he could actually understand what the man had said.
Could this place still be within the Tianxuan Realm?
Or did this world have rules that automatically removed language barriers, like the Nightmare Realm?
Chen Lin very much wanted to approach the man and ask about this place, but after considerable hesitation, he restrained himself. Instead, he kept watching the man's figure to see which courtyard he entered.
The woodcutter walked quickly, treating the thick snow as though it were nothing. But the fact that he did not fly suggested he was not a cultivator, or at least not a High-Tier Practitioner.
Under Chen Lin's watchful gaze, the woodcutter walked into the village and finally stopped before a courtyard near its center. He opened the courtyard gate and went inside.
He set down the firewood, hung his saber on a rack, and pushed open the door to enter the house.
Everything looked perfectly normal.
A Spirit Transformation Cultivator had extremely keen eyesight, and