"Interesting little fellow. To be able to obtain that old ghost's mark, he's got some talent." In the depths of the ancient city, an old man sat cross‑legged on a meditation cushion, eyes always closed, yet the scenes of Ye Qiu and Zhang Yunhu making their moves were all crystal‑clear in his mind.
Huh!
The old man suddenly let out a surprised grunt, because Ye Qiu had just swept a glance toward the direction where he was, a trace of doubt flashing in his expression.
"Such powerful perception. To sense my existence when I'm at the Supreme Saint level—interesting, interesting."
The old man withdrew his aura, and Ye Qiu turned away. Just now he had felt someone secretly watching, but after carefully probing, he found nothing. "Maybe I was overthinking it."
After dealing with Zhang Yunhu and Jiang Yu, Ye Qiu, Turquoise Pool, Jin Shanshun, and Qin Feng left the ancient city.
