"Something's wrong?"
Chen Jue frowned slightly at her words. Linglong was a Martial Dao Golden Elixir who had emerged from hails of bullets and life-and-death combat. Her powers of observation were no weaker than his as a Mortal World Immortal. Since she had sensed something similar, she was probably not mistaken.
Yet when Chen Jue's Heavenly Sensitivity reached Zhao Zhen, it was as though heaven's secrets had been veiled.
As for John, Tom, and some of the other research station staff, Chen Jue could still sense them clearly. Their bodies and wills were slightly stronger than those of ordinary people, allowing them to live and work in this bitterly cold environment.
Could it be because he practices Yoga Mahamudra and can rein in his mind? Chen Jue speculated. When searching online for cultivation methods before, he had come across this stillness practice, Yoga Mahamudra.
It involved extremely profound cultivation of the mind, much like how Chen Jue had traversed the land to practice Mortal World Heart Refinement.
But achieving effects on the mind through this kind of stillness practice was extremely difficult, unless one was truly a devout Buddhist.
"Since you've sensed something, fellow Daoist, let's play it by ear from here."
"He's just a yoga master. Even if he knows a few fighting techniques, he absolutely couldn't be a match for the two of us." After a moment's thought, Chen Jue made this suggestion.
Linglong nodded slightly at his words. "Since we're here, we might as well settle in. That's all we can do."
After they spoke in the room for a while, Linglong returned to her own room to rest, while Chen Jue left his quarters and went to the research station's main hall.
John's arrival had brought a batch of supplies, and the station staff were