At that moment, as Qingming acknowledged its master, the surrounding hundred miles began to transform, and Wei Yuan's Divine Sense spread from near to far, gradually expanding. Now, within several miles, no flying insect, bird, or fish could escape Wei Yuan's perception.
With a thought, Wei Yuan discovered that around the small hut where Yun Feifei was hiding, stood a hundred Samurai, including five with a Dao Foundation, led by a young Swordsman whose face had been smashed by Wei Yuan with a golden tripod the other day. Ten miles to the west, there was a group of about several dozen Wuyu Clan warriors, among which two had a Dao Foundation.
At this moment, the young Swordsman was watching this side in astonishment, not understanding why the grand hall had suddenly collapsed. However, in the grand hall was a Dharma Image Elder of his clan, always domineering, and a high-level Dharma Image cultivator couldn't possibly come to harm. Thus, the young Swordsman did not come over.
