Within the Heavenly Spirit Secret Realm, Ye Tian hurried onward.
After putting several hundred miles between himself and Jiang Dongxi and Jiang Nanbei, Ye Tian suddenly mingled among a herd of demon beasts. He swiftly took out a dried-bark mask, concealing his aura and covering his tracks.
Behind him, Jiang Nanbei, who had been pursuing him at full speed, suddenly stopped.
"Strange. How did he suddenly disappear? Could he already be dead?" Jiang Nanbei had encountered many demon beasts along the way, including several immensely powerful ones. Whenever he passed over those beasts, he had cautiously used talismans to conceal his inner breath, only then avoiding their notice.
Even so, Jiang Nanbei had failed to catch Ye Tian despite chasing him all this way. Instead, the distance between them had steadily grown.
For this reason, Jiang Nanbei had begun to suspect Ye Tian. Even if the Yang Family Ancestor had arranged for someone to act as an informant within the Heavenly Sword Sect, that person could never possibly carry a treasure capable of concealing their aura. Otherwise, the Yang family's informant should have possessed far greater cultivation.
One had to know that aura-concealing treasures were exceedingly rare, while talismans that concealed one's aura were equally precious. Jiang Nanbei possessed such talismans only because he was entering the Heavenly Spirit Secret Realm; the Three-Ringed Golden Saber Sect's Sect Master had specifically allocated them to every person.
Unless Jiang Nanbei encountered demon beasts of great strength, he would not casually use his talismans. Every one used meant one less remaining. Within this Heavenly Spirit Secret Realm, aside from Elder Hongyi, who possessed sufficient resources and life-saving methods, everyone else's survival likely depended on luck.
Though it was exceedingly cruel, Jiang Nanbei did not blame the Three-Ringed Golden Saber Sect's Sect Master in