Ji Yuan's heart jolted.
How did that damned woman recognize me?
As far as he could tell, he had given nothing away since entering Number Eighteen, Tianlin Ward.
He had worn the Illusion-Form Mask properly, concealed every trace of his aura, and even deliberately adjusted his stride and the way he sat.
Fourteen Spirit Transformation Cultivators sat here wearing the same face. Why had Tao Yao singled him out?
There were two possibilities.
Either her abilities were strong enough to see through True Person Feng He's mask, which concealed his aura.
Ji Yuan had tested the mask himself. Even a sweep of Divine Sense could not distinguish it from the real thing. If Tao Yao could see through it to his true identity, she either possessed cultivation far beyond Spirit Transformation or had a pupil technique designed to pierce illusions.
Tao Yao was only at the Spirit Transformation Middle Stage, unless something was hidden in those peach-blossom eyes of hers.
Or she and True Person Feng He had been working together all along.
True Person Feng He had told her the characteristics of Ji Yuan's aura in advance. Among the fourteen masked people present, he was the only newcomer, the only unfamiliar face.
The latter made more sense.
Thoughts raced through Ji Yuan's mind, but his expression did not change.
He remained seated cross-legged, hands resting on his knees, his breathing long and even.
"I don't know what you mean, fellow cultivator."
A soft laugh came from Tao Yao.
"Oh?" The end of her voice rose through the transmission, tinged with languor. "You took the Demon God Statue from our Demon God Continent and came here. If I called out, do you believe you'd be leaving today?"
Ji Yuan was stunned.
The Demon God Continent.
The moment she said those