Li Yan was studying Gu arts again that day. His situation was rather like when he had gone to Yellow Qi Valley: for a special purpose, he had no choice but to spend time studying another path.
But this was different from the path of alchemy, which had required him to refine pills himself and pass the sect's assessments. Now he only needed to understand Gu arts.
When he studied in his room, he did not extend his Divine Sense. Instead, he activated the room's formation to shut out the auras of people coming and going, lest they distract him.
Qianji could handle the front of the shop. They were in Saint Demon City, and he had paid every tax he owed. The White Devil Race would not take his money and then do nothing; he had no need to worry about someone coming to make trouble for no reason.
Inside his room, Li Yan suddenly sensed Qianji enter the rear courtyard and immediately opened the door.
Qianji saw the door open. He was stepping inside, about to give Li Yan the good news, when Li Yan's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Someone is probing this place!"
Those few words made Qianji's heart tighten, but nothing showed on his face. When he had been weaker, he had harbored rebellious thoughts while fearing Li Yan would discover them.
He had long since learned to change his expression at a moment's notice, or suppress it outright. It was one of his special skills.
Once he knew someone was following him, he stepped into the room with an anxious look already on his face.
"Boss, two seniors from the Holy Devil Palace have come to the front. They don't seem interested in the Gu insects on the counter, so they asked whether