Qiu Yan's cultivation in the Life Dao had already penetrated flesh, blood, and sinews. The overt and hidden forces moved at his will, and his six senses were keen. So long as someone looked at him, his skin would sense that gaze.
Now, the back of his neck turned cold, his pores instinctively closed, and the hairs on his body stood on end. A shadowy pressure rose in his heart. He was clearly being watched by someone extraordinary. Yet when Qiu Yan looked around, sweeping his gaze over the trees and forest, he saw not a single figure. Listening intently, he could not catch the slightest sound either, as though it had all been an illusion.
Yet that only made him more vigilant.
My force runs through my entire body now, and my senses are sharp. Though my eyes cannot see the ghosts and souls of the underworld, they discern the finest details—even a stone a hundred paces away is clear to me. Yet I cannot find any clue now. That means this person is either very far away or hidden so well as to be impossible to detect. Either way, they are no simple matter! I have only just dealt with Chen Qichang, and there are still many loose ends. This is no time to invite trouble out of thin air.
Although the Goat Demon Chen Qichang had been refined into a Blood Pill by Kitchen God's Fire, that was not the end of it. Its cultivation had been formidable, and it was bound to have subordinates. Once they realized what had happened to the Goat Demon and let word slip, Qiu Yan would be in danger of being exposed.
He had moved back from Yuanning City to Qingchang precisely to reduce trouble and settle the Liu Household down.