Chusu's pupils constricted into the size of green beans, with endless vigilance and fury pouring out of them.
Someone had discovered him.
He didn't know who this person was or how they had managed to confirm his location in such a massive estate, but as a successor to the Yellow Spring Flow, he was extremely sensitive to danger, even surpassing Zhexiu and Nanke in this aspect. He could clearly sense those foreboding omens.
No thought was needed. Like a beast, he acted out of pure instinct, using his earth-traveling technique to depart.
A thump rose from the artificial hill. The moss-covered rocks ruptured and parted.
Chusu had failed to leave. He was still standing at his original position, his head and body covered in bits of stone and earth, a puzzled expression on his face.
What was going on here?
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The moment those two-fortune tellers confirmed Chusu's position, the attack had begun.
The seven peddlers all had a string of cash around their wrists.
