Qian Renxue frowned tightly.
Ever since obtaining that broken sword, she had studied its sword intent day and night.
Although the sword carried no divine power fluctuations, she felt that her perception was undergoing a qualitative leap.
Things she had been unable to see clearly before were now clear to her.
Auras she had been unable to sense before could now be detected.
"Oh?"
Qian Ye finally set down his teacup and glanced at her with interest.
"What feels wrong?"
Qian Renxue took a deep breath and turned to look beyond Jialing Pass.
"Too quiet."
"Tang San is a man who holds grudges over the smallest slight and is exceptionally skilled at scheming."
"He suffered such severe injuries and such great humiliation. By all rights, he should have hidden away or sought help."
"But when I scanned them with my divine sense just now, I found that although Shrek's camp had low morale, there was none of the panic one would expect in the face of disaster."
"Especially in Tang San's main tent."
As she said this, a flash of golden light flickered in Qian Renxue's eyes.
"There's—an aura there that makes me very uncomfortable."
"It's not Soul Power."
"Nor is it ordinary divine power."
"It feels more like—some sort of interference from the rules."
Qian Renxue looked at Qian Ye and asked tentatively, "Senior, you are immensely knowledgeable."
"Do you think there are other gods helping Tang San from behind the scenes?"
The elders in the tent all changed expressions upon hearing this.
Other gods?
Wasn't one Asura God and one Sea God enough?
Could those people in the God Realm truly be determined to interfere in a mortal war?
The corners of Qian Ye's mouth lifted slightly.
Not bad.
This girl had indeed improved.
His casually tossing that