Her Innate instinct for sensing malice from peer predators in the natural food chain far surpassed that of Human Race cultivators.
A moment ago.
She had felt a faint, covetous gaze—one that had nothing to do with lust, but was the pure, bloodthirsty stare of a Hunter locking onto its prey!
'Did it give up?'
After a moment of wary vigilance.
Yaya found that the chilling gaze had only swept over her for an instant before vanishing. Yet, she didn't relax; instead, a shadow of unease fell over her.
'Putting herself in its shoes...'
'If she herself had targeted a prey, she would never give up before it was in her jaws. That meant the earlier gaze was merely a mark, a prelude to the hunt.'
'A competitor, or...?'
A cold glint flickered in Yaya's eyes. 'An unknown enemy in the shadows is always more terrifying than one in plain sight!'
At this thought, her vigilance sharpened, and she accelerated her progress in comprehending the Divine Technique.
