Meanwhile, Xiao Yan had just finished another day of tedious cultivation and sat cross-legged on his bed. Yao Lao still floated beside him, absorbing Dou Qi.
Just then, Yao Lao's soul form shuddered violently. His deep gaze seemed to pierce the courtyard walls and the barriers of space as he looked toward the bustling street. He had precisely detected a fluctuation that, though carefully suppressed, was immensely powerful at its core.
"Hmm... interesting. Very interesting. To think a Dou Ling expert would come to this remote Wutan City. His power has been sealed, but his foundations are exceptionally solid. He must be a man with a story. The Mittel Family certainly moves with astonishing speed."
"A Dou Ling?!"
Alarm shot through Xiao Yan, and he sprang to his feet. Why would someone as important as a Dou Ling expert suddenly appear in Wutan City? Had he come for the pill at the Mittel Auction House? For a moment, Xiao Yan's nerves involuntarily tightened.
At that moment, Hai Bodong was following that faint, elusive thread of intuition until he finally stopped before a residence. Above its entrance, the gilded characters for "Xiao Residence," written with the sweeping vigor of soaring dragons and dancing phoenixes, gleamed in the sunlight, proclaiming its owners' standing in the city.
Yet Hai Bodong's brows drew tightly together. He swept through every aura inside and out, only to be bitterly disappointed. The strongest aura in the residence was merely at the Da Dou Shi level. The others varied widely in strength and did not even merit a second glance.
"What a joke..."
Hai Bodong's expression soured. He muttered under his breath, his voice thick with doubt and disappointment.
"The greatest opportunity of my life is hidden in this nest of ants? Could my senses have been mistaken?"