'This is strange. How come there are so many tyrannical immortal senses searching nearby all of a sudden?'
On the continuous coastline of the Coast of the East Ocean and the eastern area of the South Continent…
In the fishing village with dozens of simple stone houses, Li Changshou turned into a cold-looking old Daoist priest, who was holding onto a cup of hot water served by a few old women. He surveyed the surface of the ocean while drinking it.
He had just given out some talismans in the village and received a passionate wave of appreciation from the villagers. He also used this to conceal himself so that his movements at the East Ocean's side would become more reasonable.
Many human itinerant cultivators would use such a method to earn more luck and merit for themselves.
However, Li Changshou had understood one reason very early on—helping the good begot good karma, and helping the bad begot bad karma.
