What he did not know was that, at the edge of the Black Great Swamp, a cultivator was silently observing the area where the Spirit Herb Garden lay.
The cultivator wore black robes and a black bamboo hat. His figure blended into the night, and not the slightest trace of his aura leaked out. Clearly, he possessed a specialized secret art.
Since he was beyond the range of the divine sense sweep and gave off no aura whatsoever, Liu Yu had not discovered his presence either.
A fierce red glow lit up his eyes, making them look like two festive red lanterns when viewed from afar in the darkness. This was entirely different from the appearance of the Heavenly Eye Art; clearly, it was another, more sophisticated spiritual sight spell.
At that moment, the cultivator stared fixedly at the Spirit Herb Garden, seemingly able to see through the illusions covering the Blackwater Extreme Wind Formation and discern what lay within.
"Steward Lu, after my investigation, I believe the Primordial Yang Sect's Bing Character Six Herb Garden is right here."
An hour later, behind a small hill several dozen li away, the black-robed man in the bamboo hat reported to a steward of the Hehuan Sect surnamed Lu.
Steward Lu was short and thin, with a few white strands in his hair. He wore a dark green robe and had a small tuft of beard on his chin.
"In that case, prepare to strike immediately!"
Steward Lu's expression was somewhat cold and sinister as he spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Yes!"
The people scattered around, sitting or reclining, knew a tough battle was imminent. They immediately straightened up and answered in unison.
At the sight, killing intent surged in Steward Lu's heart, and he took the lead in creeping toward the