Lü Yang had to admit, he'd panicked for a moment.
But he quickly regained his composure, certain of one thing: not even a Master of Dao could possibly read his thoughts with such ease. There had to be a key factor at play.
Lü Yang's expression was calm. A soul materialized in the depths of his Spiritual Space, surveying its surroundings. His spiritual perception was now awash with the cultivation and knowledge of the Celestial Mansion Six Qi.
'Is it because of this knowledge? Forbidden knowledge belonging to the Master of Dao. As I grasp it, does the Master of Dao notice me through the connection this knowledge creates, allowing him to read my mind? Does this mean he's already noticed me, and there's no way to escape his control now?'
Lü Yang pondered silently.
He forced any thoughts of the Centome from his mind, erasing any trace of wishful thinking. He had to think purely from the perspective of this current life.
A moment later, the voice sounded again:
