Mysterious, tranquil.
Looking up at the moonlight in the sky, for about an hour, the brightness and position of the moon have hardly changed.
The man flying at low altitude slowly stops in his tracks.
"Sure enough, they only circle within a range of eight to ten miles. I move, they move. I stop, they stop. Unhurried and methodical. If I remember correctly, every ten miles I walk, these two people's Divine Sense cycles once."
"By now, it has cycled at least five times. If you look closely, even this night is suspicious, exactly the same as an hour ago."
"I've been had..."
He lets out a cold laugh.
In his Divine Sense, there are still two inconspicuous light spots not far around him. His Divine Sense and cultivation are both infinitely close to the Nascent Soul Stage. In the case of them deliberately revealing their Divine Sense, ten miles is the limit.
