The Shen Family residence was an utterly ordinary house.
But Yang Qing and the others had never regarded it as ordinary.
With Shen Yun in the Shen Family, it could hardly be ordinary to begin with.
What was more, the moment Yang Qing stepped through the gate, he sensed something else flash before their eyes above the residence.
It was a glimmer of light carrying a peculiar aura. Had Yang Qing not been keeping a constant watch on his surroundings, he would never have noticed it.
They had not encountered this aura in a very long time.
Nor had they expected to encounter it again here.
Yang Qing frowned slightly. He had been walking just behind Shen Yun, but now he deliberately slowed his pace, putting several steps between them.
Jiang Zhizhou and Bu Er had originally been walking a little slower than Yang Qing. Now they drew level with him.
Their expressions, however, had also grown more solemn than before.
The Shen Family residence was not large. Shen Yun settled Yang Qing and the others into a small side courtyard, then left, presumably waiting for the right moment to lay his cards on the table.
Once he was gone, Yang Qing lifted the lid of the tea bowl before him, dipped a finger into the tea, and traced a few strokes on the small table.
"Young master, you noticed it too?"
Bu Er's and Jiang Zhizhou's expressions shifted, and they exchanged a meaningful glance with Yang Qing.
Mu Feng and Qin Yue had no idea what they were doing, so they looked down at the small table where Yang Qing had written.
There were a few words on it: Spirit-Gathering Formation.
Indeed, when Yang Qing entered the Shen Family residence, he had sensed a trace of the Spirit-Gathering Formation