The Hidden Mist Butterfly felt a wave, like a Divine Sense, sweep past it, startling it.
Luckily, its normal state was one of concealment, using a High-Level Space Concealment Technique to keep half its body in a Different Space.
Its entire body was hidden by spatial ripples, so Gu Ming's Divine Sense only paused for a split second before moving on.
If Gu Ming's perception were sharp enough, he might have noticed something was amiss.
The Hidden Mist Butterfly perched on Mrs. Gu's shoulder, watching Gu Ming quietly.
Gu Ming frowned to himself, a frustrated look on his face. He hadn't been able to scan its location.
Even so, the Hidden Mist Butterfly was greatly astonished.
That wave that had just swept by was a Divine Sense projected outside the body.
