The old man's face was a picture of confusion and incomprehension; he was now on his own turf in Xianyang City.
With his cultivation realm and strength, he was confident that even the slightest movement of wind over grass could not escape his perception. Yet just now, there had clearly been a practitioner breaking through a boundary in cultivation, an unmistakable event. He had been calmly contemplating, intending to glimpse who it was, but upon arriving at the location, there was nothing to be seen.
Not even a single trace to follow. If this had occurred in any other territory, it might be a different story, but around Xianyang City, to so thoroughly elude his detection, to be so utterly imperceptible, was indeed a bizarre anomaly.
He frowned, thoroughly inspecting his surroundings before suddenly sweeping his hand, and the withered grass on either side of the road took flight.
