He cast the secret art "Demon Seed Golden Lotus," blending his aura perfectly with the night.
He came close to being utterly soundless and traceless, without so much as a shadow.
Relying on his Demon Seed Divine Sense's keen perception of danger, he planned every footfall with extreme care, bypassing all the visible sentries, hidden watch posts, and spirit-pattern traps on the ground that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
He reached a relatively secluded corner of a wall.
As he ventured deeper, the intense sense of danger that had felt like a thorn in his back indeed weakened considerably.
Clearly, the combination of the formation-locking plate and the illusion-confounding talisman had successfully bought him precious time and room to maneuver.
He seized a gap as patrols passed one another.
Qing Chen moved like smoke. With an exquisite sideways gliding step, combined with a short-range earth escape technique, he silently crossed the final line of defense and successfully entered the Yue Household's inner city.
He immediately curled up in the shadow of a building.
Only after waiting a while and confirming that he was safe for the moment did he let out a small breath of relief.
Within the inner city, pavilions and towers stood in an artful arrangement, with scattered lights lending the place the appearance of an immortal realm.
Yet Qing Chen had no time to spare for this magnificent scenery. His mind held only that mother and son.
All of Qing Chen's attention remained firmly fixed on the direction indicated by his Demon Seed's perception-the northwestern corner of the inner city.
It was a remote area almost beyond the inner city's central bounds, where the concentration of spiritual energy was far lower than in the center.
Ordinarily, no Yue Household cultivator with even a little