The evil monks in the room had already been dealt with by He Qing. What remained were only pitiable people kept for the depraved monks' amusement. Yet for an instant, the divine-intent starlight was repelled!
The starlight parasitized the mind palaces of living beings in no more than the blink of an eye; it was not difficult. But when it encountered someone above the Core Formation realm, whose essence, qi, and spirit were fused into a seamless whole like an iron plate, the starlight could find no gap to implant itself and would be flung far away.
This was Yu Ci's most direct means of discerning another person's cultivation.
Inside... more precisely, among that group of women, there was someone with Core Formation cultivation hidden away?
A demon! It could only be a demon! And one Yu Ci had never encountered before—a type capable of assuming a human form to conceal its identity, a born spy and assassin.
Yu Ci's heart tightened. At that moment, someone lightly bumped his shoulder. A faint fragrance drifted near, then away. Gan Shizhen lowered her head, seeming unable to bear the ugly sight here. She left her original position holding the line and departed somewhat hurriedly. As she passed Monk Yi Xin, the fellow clearly understood his own problem and sidestepped from a distance to make way.
Yu Ci froze briefly, then understood. He swallowed the warning that had reached his lips, maintained his original pace, and walked out of this corridor with one wall missing. Ahead, the slender female cultivator slowed, making it easy for him to close in beside her.
"Uncle-Master Gan?"
Gan Shizhen still hid her face behind her curtain of hair, but an exceedingly faint voice entered Yu Ci's ear:
"Don't make a sound. The Demon-Sensing Disc reacted. There was