On this day, under the cover of nightfall, Jing Yan left the Jing Family Mansion.
The reason he departed at night was to avoid drawing too much attention.
In less than an hour's time, Jing Yan had exited Donglin City and began rushing across the wilderness.
"Hmm?"
"Something's not right! Could someone be following me?" Jing Yan's heart shuddered slightly.
He had a kind of indescribable perception.
If it were an average Martial Artist, even those in the Early Innate or even Innate Middle Stage, they likely wouldn't have noticed.
But Jing Yan, who cultivated the Sky Vaulting First Divine Skill, had senses so acute it was terrifying. Although the person tracking him was far away, he still had a kind of intuition, a feeling of danger.
Out on the wilderness, Jing Yan occasionally sped up, then slowed down.
However, that strange sensation persisted, and what's more, Jing Yan was unable to determine the exact position of his tracker.
