Just as Chen Che retracted his Divine Sense.
On a nameless peak outside the valley.
Although it was not as bustling as the Market, as Jinyun Valley grew more prosperous, many Loose Cultivators had also settled here. The three auras Chen Che had sensed earlier were hidden on this very peak.
The three of them took turns, monitoring Jinyun Valley day and night.
Dan Xuanzi, disguised as an old, white-haired merchant, held a cup of coarse tea. His brow was furrowed as he scanned the valley before him from the corner of his eye.
The other two Golden Core cultivators accompanying Dan Xuanzi were seated on either side, their expressions equally grim.
One of them, a black-faced man with a wild beard and hair named Feng Qianghao, ground his teeth with a grating sound:
