The two points of light were extremely cautious as well, always staying more than two hundred li north of Wang Daoyuan.
To a Nascent Soul Cultivator, this distance was nothing.
Against ordinary enemies, even if he could not kill them in a single blow from this distance, he could still severely wound them.
But Soul Demons were far too special. They could flee into the Netherworld at any moment, and even Great Powers found it difficult to stop them.
At a distance of more than two hundred li, Nascent Soul Cultivators had even less hope of stopping them.
Wang Daoyuan could not understand why these two fellows were following him.
To avoid alerting the enemy, he continued pretending that he had noticed nothing.
Due north, two faint, barely discernible shadows drifted through the air.
Their bodies had shrunk to the size of mosquitoes, leaking not the slightest trace of spiritual power or divine sense.
"Soul Hidden, have you sensed anything amiss?"
Hun Yin released a thread of divine sense and inspected the surroundings.
"No, Elder. Our race's divine-sense secret art allows us to sense any living creature nearby, even if its cultivation is far above mine."
The elder also released a strand of divine sense, probing in every direction.
"Indeed, I have found nothing. Yet something feels off. Could it be that I sensed the treasure on the target?"
Hun Yin replied, "That is quite possible. Any treasure must possess something extraordinary. Perhaps my cultivation is too low, so I cannot sense it. Elder, your strength is not much weaker than the patriarch's. You must have sensed the treasure's extraordinary nature."
"What you say makes some sense, but we cannot let down our guard. When we act later, create some unexpected disturbance, lest we expose our race's trail."
Wang Daoyuan