Heh, found you!
A cold smile curled Ying Ming Hao's lips as the thought crossed his mind.
His divine sense locked firmly onto the fifth-grade Thunderclap Sword inside his Storage Ring. It was a prize he had won while betting with Zhao Yuan and the others on the death match.
He had examined it carefully when he first received it and found nothing unusual.
However, after entrusting the sword to Elder Zhong for safekeeping and retrieving it later, he had only given it a cursory inspection. Again, he had noticed nothing wrong.
Now, only two possibilities lay before him:
Either Zhao Yuan and the others had secretly planted a tracking device beforehand, or Elder Zhong had tampered with it while it was in his care.
Whichever it was, Ying Ming Hao decided to remove the mark first to avoid trouble down the line.
After all, it was like a ticking time bomb that could trigger a devastating crisis at any moment.
He then focused his mind and carefully wielded his divine sense, attempting to erase the hidden mark.
The process demanded tremendous concentration and skill, as the mark the other party had left was extremely intricate.
After considerable effort, Ying Ming Hao finally succeeded in removing it.
But he did not lower his guard. Instead, he carefully scanned the Thunderclap Sword several more times with his divine sense to ensure there were no other tracking marks.
Only then could he truly rest easy, without being so readily found.
"Senior Sister, I'm afraid someone has their eyes on us."
Ying Ming Hao spoke to the senior sister beside him, his expression grave.
"Let's change our appearances first and see whether that lets us shake off our pursuers."
Ye Hua's expression instantly turned icy, as though frost had descended. Without a