As dusk approached, Jiang Ding stepped out of the city gates.
Near the gates, the cheeks of many Qi Practitioners guarding the city had grown dog fur, their teeth and lips protruding forward into sharp canines of a carnivorous animal, drool dripping.
Even more so, on the city wall, a Golden Pill Monk had completely transformed into a glossy-furred Spiritual Dog, squatting on the ground, vigilantly scanning all directions.
When Jiang Ding passed by, it clearly sensed something, sniffed for a moment, but did not detect the scent of the wanted criminal and subsequently ignored it.
"With the help of the Formation Method, its detection ability may have reached the fourth grade,"
guessed Jiang Ding.
Even though it wasn't its true form, the fact that it could detect his whereabouts after he had used the Magnetic Concealment Skills without much effort was quite extraordinary.
His gaze lingered for a moment on a wall near the city gate.
