The Marina spies had maintained a safe distance. Most people should not have been able to sense them out here, but Ren was not most people. Hunter Sense was a passive skill, active at all times. Ren knew the difference between leaves stirred by wind and leaves stirred by a person. The skill multiplied his senses more than fivefold, sharpening everything around him into something closer to a second sight. He had picked one of them out the moment they shifted position, and that was all he needed.
Rokku clucked loudly. The spirit animal had not known what was in Ren's mind, but he understood the moment three black-clad, hooded figures crept out of the brush. Rokku could sense that these men carried a modicum of mana, and they had refined it well enough for what they were, but they were no cultivators. Not even close.
Their cover was blown. Now it was either run or fight. They chose to fight.
