"That woman just now seemed a little off."
Shen Le retrieved his drawing board and continued sketching for another five minutes before the young man from the Special Affairs Bureau slowly approached him and whispered. Without looking up, Shen Le said, "I know. She was probably a scout."
He could sense the unusual fluctuations emanating from the woman—actually, he had noticed them when she circled around him for the second time.
If she had been an ordinary woman, he would have helped her up. But a person with supernatural abilities who had circled him several times and deliberately fallen onto him expected him to help her?
Dream on!
She could take a hard fall herself. It was not like she could get hurt anyway!
Besides, Little Oil Lamp had warned him that the woman carried something very unusual—something he had never seen before, somewhat similar to Gu Yulin's equipment—
With all those signs combined, if he still fell for it, that would truly be absurd!
Shen Le calmly put away his drawing board, took a wide detour, and slipped onto the dirt slope beneath the main hall. Poking his head around, he tried his best to glimpse some details of their work through the concealing curtains:
At times like this, it was a shame he did not have an invisibility technique. He did not even have a shrinking technique, so he could not sneak inside and get a good look.
Flight Technique?
What use was Flight Technique!
With such a big person crouching up there, if it were you, could you really fail to notice when you looked up?
"How long are you going to stay here?"
The young man from the Special Affairs Bureau stood behind him, watching Shen Le press his entire body against the gap in the