No, he was not being watched by someone at Mystic Connection.
Lian Youming carefully examined the sensation. Back then, when Chen Baihu had locked onto him with killing intent through the cage and the cruise ship, it had felt as though a prison had been drawn around him, as though nowhere in the vast world offered a way to survive.
Like meat on a chopping block, he could only bare his neck and await slaughter, utterly hopeless, unable to escape even with wings.
Now, though, it felt more like an impulse to seek good fortune and avoid calamity...
As though some unseen sense told him disaster would strike if he left Guangzhou.
But how could that be?
If he cowered in fear without even seeing anyone, what right did he have to speak of striving to improve?
Not advancing meant retreating!
Lian Youming's gaze steadied again. Back when China had fallen and foreign enemies invaded its borders, the Mountain Guardians had all been in the Northern Lands. To wipe out those demons in human form, which of those martial predecessors had not risked themselves by heading north, staking their lives on victory?
He would never retreat!!!
The morning breeze stirred. Lian Youming got up, washed, cooked, then left for school with Lian Shuang.
Watching the young faces coming and going across campus, watching the freshmen filled with curiosity and anticipation for university life, his eyes flickered, and many thoughts crossed his mind. There had been so many upheavals along his path on the Martial Way that he was already in his third year before he had even had time to properly experience it.
With his mind as refined as it now was, he could remember every word in a book after a single reading; as for his thoughts and