Half-Step Heavenly Monarchs.
Three Half-Step Heavenly Monarchs.
They lurked in a fold of the void eight hundred li away, maintaining a constant distance from the Mount Shu Warship.
Neither too close nor too far, neither hurried nor slow.
They were tailing it.
Chen Changqing's lips curved slightly.
He neither opened his eyes nor alerted Chen Yuan at once. His nine crimson-gold Primordial Spirits revolved slowly in his Niwan Palace, precisely fixing the three auras' positions, movements, and frequencies of magical power fluctuations in his spiritual perception.
They were like three mice convinced they had hidden themselves well, unaware that a hawk was already watching from above.
Following us from eight hundred li away, with concealment arts at the Half-Step Heavenly Monarch level. Chen Changqing analyzed the situation rapidly.
This did not look like a spur-of-the-moment decision.
Clear roles, precise spacing, the three of them arranged in a triangle—this was a professional assassination squad.
Those factions whose faces he had trampled at the Heavenly Void Grand Tournament had harbored ill intentions after all.
Chen Changqing kept his eyes closed and extended his spiritual perception outward like countless fine strands of spider silk.
While keeping the three auras fixed in his perception, he pushed his attention past their position and probed farther out.
Twelve hundred li.
Fifteen hundred li.
Two thousand li.
In a deeper layer of the void two thousand li away, he caught an almost imperceptible transmission fluctuation.
Someone was communicating through a Jade Talisman.
The direction—east by southeast.
That was toward the Great Chu Dynasty.
Chen Changqing slowly opened his eyes.
A point of crimson-gold light flashed deep within his pupils and vanished.
"Fishing, are we?" he murmured, a knowing chill in the curve of his lips.
"Fine by me."
He closed his eyes again and drew his spiritual