Xie Qing spent a week familiarizing himself with all the streets of the city. Although he felt a slight discomfort, he did not show it.
"Someone is watching me," thought Xie Qing as he returned to his makeshift camp.
His senses were sharp. Although he did not feel the presence of a pursuer, his sixth sense screamed danger. This could only mean one thing…
"A cultivator at the Divine Transformation stage. Tsk, what a misfortune," he thought.
Outwardly, his face remained calm, though in his thoughts, he was cursing the pursuer with every possible expletive that would shock even a shoemaker.
Eventually, upon reaching his camp, Xie Qing began to cultivate. He closed his eyes and muttered something. The camp fell silent.
***
Xiao He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He had been observing this youth for a week, who apparently was not a native of the capital.
"He lives outside the capital? Why? This is quite suspicious."
