The enormous silver Soul Guidance Train passed through the city.
From the moment he boarded and took his seat, Chen An had not relaxed.
His eyes concealed behind his blindfold, he casually scanned the surrounding passengers.
He secretly activated his Soul Skill, seeing through layer after layer of carriage partitions and taking in the colors of Soul Power throughout the train.
He clearly picked out several traces of foul energy mingled among the ordinary passengers.
Evil Soul Masters. They really had slipped aboard.
The vast majority of passengers on the return train were ordinary people without any Soul Power. Aside from the members of Class Zero, there were only a handful of low-level Soul Masters whose combat strength was negligible.
The enemy had chosen to strike on the return journey. Sure enough, they had calculated the ideal timing well in advance.
"Xiao An, are you thirsty? Have some water."
A gentle, sweet voice suddenly sounded beside him, interrupting Chen An's thoughts.
Tang Wuling held out a clean cup of water to him.
"I checked. It's not hot."
"Ah, thanks, Wuling."
Chen An accepted the cup and lowered his head to drink, his gaze still penetrating the walls as he continued his investigation.
Among the traces of foul energy lurking within the train, there was no sign of the young Shrek infiltrator.
Thank goodness he hadn't come along.
With his cultivation only at the three-ring realm, if he became embroiled in this ambush, he would either be forced by the Evil Soul Masters to fight for them...
...or be swept aside by Wu Changkong.
Chen An counted the enemies while locking onto the strongest trace of evil Soul Power-in the next carriage.
In addition, the Six Eyes' all-encompassing, three-hundred-and-sixty-degree perception, without a single blind spot, picked up an exceptionally composed gaze.