The power of the Yin God, could only obscure others' perception of oneself.
It might appear as a wisp of air, but in reality, the body was right there. If struck by a Precious Chicken, the supernatural senses of a Qi Refining disciple could probably detect the anomaly immediately.
Seeing the Precious Chicken flapping its wings and rushing towards him, Wang Ba, in his moment of crisis, instinctively sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the unexpected encounter.
The Precious Chicken fluttered over to the chicken feed debris, unaware that it had just given its master a rather 'pleasant' surprise.
"Chicken number 86, huh? I remember you!"
Wang Ba gave the Precious Chicken a glance and adjusted his pace, continuing his journey out of the manor.
All the chickens in the manor had been marked by him, so he quickly identified this Precious Chicken by its number.
