That was right—the second faint, flickering line pointed directly at Lin Chuan.
The instant Peony Fangshi looked over, Lin Chuan's Tenseigan noticed him as well. Across the battlefield and the countless fighting figures, Lin Chuan smiled faintly at Peony Fangshi.
That smile seemed to say: You finally found me.
"Why does Lin Chuan also possess divination and deduction abilities? How can he be proficient in so many fields?" Peony Fangshi's expression shifted unpredictably.
He had already held Lin Chuan in high regard and had divined and deduced matters concerning him more than once.
He had thought he understood this opponent in exhaustive detail, but at this crucial moment of confrontation, he discovered that things were completely different from what he had anticipated.
At the very least, he had not known before this that Lin Chuan possessed a talent for divination and deduction.
Xiao Heng was one thing. He was originally a cultivator specializing in this field, so Peony Fangshi was not overly shocked to see him display such abilities. But Lin Chuan had truly taught Peony Fangshi another lesson.
"Just how many methods is he still hiding?"
Peony Fangshi's expression had already turned extremely grim.
An opponent he could not see through, a future he could not foresee—this made Peony Fangshi, who was accustomed to controlling everything from behind the scenes, feel the fear and frustration of the unknown for the first time.
Yet this was the most crucial battle he had faced in countless years. If he failed, he might never have another way out. And it was precisely this time that he could no longer maintain the confidence he once possessed.
Panic began to spread through Peony Fangshi's heart. This feeling of being unable to control the situation made him feel a trace of fear toward Lin Chuan.