Jin Thirty-One's gaze swept faintly across the area. At this moment, Ghost Market was packed shoulder to shoulder. Though they were all Void Refinement Realm experts, they did not dare draw too close to the target, making the pursuit extraordinarily difficult.
Fortunately, the Return Home Army had never been trained like ordinary cultivators. They often carried out all manner of special missions and therefore had to adapt to every kind of complicated environment.
All nine bore concealed marks. Within a certain range, even without sweeping one another with Divine Sense, they could sense each other's exact positions.
After spreading out by a certain distance, the nine finally contained the target within a controllable area from front and rear. The target was clearly trying to use the complex environment here to conceal his tracks and actions.
Yet this also brought the nine a certain advantage. After entering Ghost Market, the other party could only move along the streets and had no shops he could enter.
Moreover, Divine Sense constantly swept through the place in secret, so Jin Thirty-One and the others' Divine Sense investigations were greatly safeguarded.
As long as they did not keep their attention fixed on the target, they would not easily be discovered. Cultivators had countless ways of transmitting information, so they had to remain constantly aware of the direction in which the target's Divine Sense extended.
The nine mingled through the crowd in staggered positions, moving onward with the stream of people. They had to ensure that the target did not vanish amid the vast sea of faces. Even with Jin Thirty-One and the others' formidable tracking skills, the strain made their heads swell...
Lin Fengshan walked amid the crowd. His presence here would not arouse anyone's suspicions. This Ghost Market opened every night, and even cultivators