Bottleneck

Shen Hui frowned slightly at his words.

"So powerful? Wouldn't that make them just like the Six-Eared Macaque?"

Daoist Feng blinked twice.

"What sort of thing is the Six-Eared Macaque?"

Shen Hui casually explained, "A monkey with the abilities of clairvoyance and superhuman hearing."

Daoist Feng immediately shut his mouth at that, not daring to ask further. He merely smiled awkwardly.

"More or less, more or less."

Silence fell beneath the tree for a moment.

Shen Hui could not help thinking that if what Daoist Feng said was true, and certain great demons could spy upon people's words and actions from a thousand miles away, then would there be no secrets at all beneath heaven and earth?

After pondering for a moment, he looked at Daoist Feng and said,

"By your reckoning, Daoist friend, wouldn't every word, every action, and every movement of ours right now be within their sight and hearing?"

Daoist Feng hunched his neck and instinctively swept his gaze around them.

Beyond the pine shelter, wind and snow stretched boundlessly. Not a single living thing was in sight.

Yet he was still uneasy. He listened closely for a while longer before leaning in and lowering his voice.

"Not necessarily. We bear no grudge against those things, and we do not go around cursing them by name. Surely they would not be so idle as to keep watching us all day long..."

That might not be the case.

Shen Hui said nothing, but another calculation arose in his heart.

He suddenly recalled the Mountain Spirit he had encountered back in Luanzhou.

The moment that thing saw him, it had asked whether he had killed someone with the Hidden Dragon Fate.

At the time, he had found it strange and assumed that when he killed those bandits at Cat