Lu Qing landed amid the clouds and mist as the sun gradually rose.
As if stirred by stillness into motion, like a flash of inspiration, Lu Qing lifted his eyes toward a certain direction. There, heavenly clouds unfurled and rolled; within ten thousand miles, birds swept across the Azure Heaven. He looked that way. "It seems someone is talking about me."
Lu Qing pondered slightly. That faint feeling had come quickly and gone quickly. He wanted to examine it, yet had no way to begin. Still, it indirectly confirmed that saying: a cultivator's spiritual intuition sometimes appeared without the slightest logic.
Since he had sensed it, it was not an illusion. He had clearly seen nothing, nor had he met anyone recently, yet from that fleeting flash of spiritual intuition, Lu Qing learned this piece of information: someone was speaking his name.
"I truly wonder what kind of sight awaits one who stands at the heights of the Immortal Path."
Lu Qing was somewhat surprised. His cultivation had now broken through another minor realm, yet he was not one who knew all and saw all.
However, his expression did not change. No Divination appeared in his mind, nor did his spiritual intuition carry that sudden sense of danger. He thus knew that remaining as low-key and obscure as before would likely be impossible, yet gaining fame within the sect was equally impossible.
"The only possibility lies with those sect geniuses on the Trial Path who wish to challenge me."
Lu Qing considered this calmly and quickly narrowed down the target. It was not difficult to guess; after all, he had been here for less than three months and had encountered pitifully few disciples.
"However, the Divination has already faded, and this matter has already ended. The outcome is likely settled."