"Who's spying on me!"
The Sealing Pavilion's true body roared like thunder, its voice carrying far.
But it deliberately controlled its voice, keeping it from passing outside or reaching the interior of the Investigation Bureau. Instead, it sent its voice toward the Door of Knowledge.
The Sealing Pavilion suspected that an Unknown Being had appeared, somewhere in the universe inside the Door of Knowledge.
"Are you in that universe?" the Sealing Pavilion demanded loudly again.
Its spiritual perception kept spreading outward, amplifying its senses as it searched again and again, trying to locate the spy.
But the harder the Sealing Pavilion tried to use Synesthesia, the more it realized its efforts were futile.
It couldn't find the source of that prying gaze!
The unknown source filled it with fear and made its scalp tingle.
Ke Meng said nothing. Even if he spoke, the other party probably wouldn't hear him.
Watching the Sealing Pavilion panic under that unknown gaze, Ke Meng wondered how much of its alarm came from a guilty conscience.
Time slowly passed, and Ke Meng sensed those subtle differences over and over.
There it was-the scent of guilt!
Ke Meng had caught the scent of guilt!
An ordinary person could never achieve Synesthesia at this level. Only an Evil God could do something so outrageous.
The most terrifying thing in the world was for two opposing sides to exist on entirely different dimensional levels.
From somewhere the Sealing Pavilion couldn't see, Ke Meng looked down on it from high above.
This filled the Sealing Pavilion with fear and guilt.
Why did it feel guilty?
Ke Meng had a suspicion, but he still had no evidence.
The heartflame burned too cleanly, seemingly destroying all the evidence left inside. He couldn't use Synesthesia to sense what had happened there in