Narrowing his eyes, Su Shi'er's thoughts churned as he swiftly analyzed the situation.
But aside from Baili Lingquan and An Yue, who else would have a motive to target me?
Could it be... that Holy Son of Tiandao Palace? But the Horizonless Tracing Seal on me has already been dispelled. I've changed my name and appearance, and I'm now within the special formation of the Duobao Merchant Guild in Bai Zhang Market.
The mysteries of the formation here are such that none but a Formation Dao expert at the Spirit Severing stage could set it up. Even if that Holy Son of Tiandao Palace wished to target and scheme against me, what method could he possibly use to find me?
One thought after another surfaced in his mind, only to vanish again.
All living beings beneath heaven and earth, so long as they possessed intelligence—even mortals and wild beasts—had a sixth sense.
Cultivators, needless to say, had it even more so.
As one's cultivation realm continued to rise, one's perception of danger also became increasingly acute.
Even the Buddhist Sect's karma and the mystic sects' methods of deducing heavenly secrets were, more or less, connected to this so-called sixth sense.
As the saying went, before the autumn wind stirred, the cicada sensed it first.
Although the change in his heart was exceedingly faint, so faint that it was almost negligible,
other cultivators would likely not have taken it seriously.
But throughout his journey of cultivation, he had always walked on thin ice. Even this subtle omen made him like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring, instantly putting him on guard.
Before Su Shi'er could figure out what was happening,
the vague unease in his heart suddenly vanished without a trace the next instant.
His mood returned