Yu Ci's voice was not loud. Shen Wan, already far away, certainly could not hear it; only Wan Quan beside him heard clearly.
The look Wan Quan gave Yu Ci changed somewhat. Then he lowered his face, seeing nothing and hearing nothing.
Yu Ci did not care what Wan Quan thought. His words had not been frivolous, merely a simple assessment. Earlier, using the Zhaoshen Map, he had only seen that Core Formation cultivator scatter something like powdery wisps of smoke. It vanished upon touching clothing and was extremely well concealed. Now he wanted to find some clue through the scent, but Shen Wan's incense was of exceedingly high quality. Though clear, secluded, and elegant, it could mask other odors. Even with his keen nose, he found it rather difficult.
What was even stranger was that person's approach. After tampering with her, he had immediately fled far away. If it had been some virulent poison, administering medicine through clothing and doing so so casually was hardly conventional; but if it had been something like tracking powder, why flee so far after making a move against Shen Wan?
As he pondered this, he suddenly noticed a change in the atmosphere around him.
Turning his head, he saw no obvious change in the flow of people nearby. Yet soon afterward, Steward Wen, who had remained in the room just moments ago, hurriedly burst out. His prosperous, stout body vanished like a gust of wind. Wan Quan greeted him, but he did not even notice.
Had something happened? Yu Ci was among the more perceptive sort. At this moment, most people were still immersed among the dazzling array of precious materials and magical artifacts, lingering with no thought of leaving, utterly unaware of the small disturbance in this corner.
Yu Ci instinctively activated