Li Yan stood at the corner of the rear wall of the courtyard. Here, a row of houses connected with the courtyard walls on both sides. The wall beside which Li Yan stood should have corresponded to the cultivation room.
After arriving here, Li Yan's transparent figure blended into the shadows beneath the wall, leaving nothing but an empty patch within the night.
He stood motionless at the base of the wall, carefully sensing every aura around him. The surroundings were silent as death...
Within Li Yan's Divine Sense, as he swept into the distance, he occasionally caught fleeting figures of cultivators flashing through the night, or an occasional strand of Divine Sense swiftly passing by.
That thread of his Divine Sense was faint to the point of seeming nonexistent. The instant it detected anything amiss, it immediately evaded and withdrew, as though the slightest rustle of wind or grass would cause it to be rejected of its own accord.
After another hundred breaths passed, Li Yan finally withdrew his Divine Sense. Yet he did not retract it completely, instead spreading it throughout the hundred-zhang radius around himself.
After his observations just now, he could confirm that no Divine Sense had swept toward this courtyard. This was also within his expectations.
The reason he dared to come here was that high-level cultivators disdained probing low-level cultivators, while cultivators of the same realm were likewise unwilling to stir up trouble without cause.
Still, Li Yan remained as cautious as ever. After repeatedly confirming that there was no problem, a faint ripple of spiritual power stirred in his hand beneath his concealment. Then, a brocade kerchief appeared in his palm.
Looking at the kerchief in his hand, Li Yan's thoughts could not help but ripple slightly. He had not intended to use