Five Soul Rings rose from beneath the man's feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black.
It was a perfect soul ring configuration, especially that black Soul Ring. The palm-sized mirror in the man's hand flew out and began spinning rapidly before him.
"What's wrong, boss?" one of the men beside the carriage asked.
The masked man atop the carriage answered in a low, resonant voice, "Something seems off. Let me check."
The carriage stopped immediately. The four men around it also halted, then looked around.
Tang San's heart jolted, and he hurriedly deactivated his Purple Demon Eye.
Zhu Zhuqing had also been probing the carriage with her Psychic Sense. Seeing how cautious the escorting Soul Masters were, she quickly withdrew her spiritual power.
Two figures appeared in the mirror Martial Soul, but vanished in a flash. Then the reflections of over a hundred people on the street appeared one after another.
The masked man atop the carriage glanced at Tang San, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others, then surveyed the crowd on the street. Finding nothing unusual, he dismissed the Martial Soul in his hand.
People were coming and going along the street, and there seemed to be no danger at all.
Beside the moat along the street, Zhu Zhuqing's group chatted quietly.
Zhu Zhuqing kept stealing glances at the opposite side of the street until the carriage disappeared into the bustling crowd.
Her teeth were clenched tightly now, her hands balled into fists.
Unless she was mistaken, that carriage was probably not a carriage at all, but a cage. Someone was imprisoned inside, though she did not know whether they were a woman or a man.
That person had to possess a cat-type martial soul. Otherwise, she would not have felt that resonance in her bloodline.
Zhu Zhuqing's voice was icy.