Soaring Heaven Sword Sovereign, Thousand-Mile Eye

Atop a skyscraper in western Yan City, more than a dozen blocks away from the Lihua Hotel, Zhang Chanlin, captain of the Central Anomaly Bureau's Special Action Team and wielder of the Bright Sword, stood on the rooftop with Pan Yue, director of the Central Anomaly Bureau's Support Center, gazing toward the Lihua Hotel.

Before Pan Yue stood an astronomical telescope installed atop the skyscraper, belonging to the building's owner.

But now, everything in the building—including the building itself—had been requisitioned by them.

Looking toward the Lihua Hotel through the telescope, Pan Yue's eyes had turned into rings of golden light as he praised, "Though mortals have been lowly and foolish these past years, they've come up with quite a few ingenious little tricks. And some of them are genuinely useful. This telescope can practically rival my Thousand-Mile Eye in certain respects."

Zhang Chanlin stood beside him, expressionless and radiating killing intent. He said coolly, "Use your Thousand-Mile Eye and take a good look. What exactly is he? Is he a trap set by the master of the Prison of Suppression?"

Thousand-Mile Eye giggled. "No need to rush me, Immortal Venerable. I noticed something was wrong the moment this Li Fan arrived at the Central Anomaly Bureau. With these Thousand-Mile Eyes of mine, I can look up upon the stars and down into the Nine Netherworlds. I can tell a person's fortune at a glance."

"Though this Li Fan promptly concealed his aura and obscured the flames of his fortune, I still saw a flame of fortune comparable to that of a god, and it had an immense connection to the present world..."

As Pan Yue, possessed by Thousand-Mile Eye, rambled on, Zhang Chanlin said impatiently, "Get to the point."

His voice was incomparably sharp, as though even the air