Mo Hua asked, "Can’t you cook it yourself?"
"If you cook, it’s a show of respect to Instructor. If I cook, it’s like I’m poisoning Instructor..."
Bai Zisheng was quite self-aware of his own cooking skills.
"Fine..."
Mo Hua nodded his head.
The food in South Yue City was indeed mediocre, and Mr. Zhuang hadn’t been eating much these days.
Bai Zisheng was overjoyed and promptly said,
"Then, let’s set off quickly."
The three concealed their presence and, guided by the Compass, searched for the location of the bright spot.
Soon, beneath a hillside covered in shrubs, they found the position of the bright spot.
What was hidden in the shrubs was Zhang Quan, not a mountain pig.
It seemed that the Formation needle was still on Zhang Quan and not embedded in a pig.
Bai Zisheng felt both relieved and somewhat disappointed.
Zhang Quan was squatting in the shrubs, his gaze scanning around vigilantly as if he were on the lookout for something.
Mo Hua and his companions stayed concealed, watching from a distance.
After a while, Zhang Quan crept out of the shrubbery, made his way into the forest, changing directions several times, and vanished from sight.
Mo Hua looked at the Compass and pointed in a direction.
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi followed him to another mountain peak. From there, they looked down and saw Zhang Quan emerge from a cave entrance, taking another wary glance around before leaving a Formation in the spot.
They were too far away for Mo Hua to make out the details of the Formation.
However, based on the spiritual power calculations of the Formation, it seemed to be a type of trap Formation, with patterns ranking at grades one and two. It’s somewhat obscure, but not highly ranked.
Zhang Quan set up the Formation, then continued down the mountain path.
After walking for a while, he turned onto a small path, burrowed into a forest, found a cave, and set up another Formation...
He repeated the cycle, tirelessly and seemingly without purpose.
Mo Hua frowned, "What’s he doing..."
Bai Zisheng thought for a moment, "It seems he is guarding against something, probably afraid of being followed."
"Guarding against whom?"
Mo Hua didn’t understand.
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi pondered briefly before both casting a silent glance at him.
Mo Hua was startled, "Me?"
Bai Zixi said, "You can conceal yourself, he probably fears that you’re invisibly following him."
Mo Hua clicked his tongue, "Such heavy caution."
Meanwhile, Zhang Quan was in a state of panic.
"Why, why is there nothing?"
These days, he’d had a nagging feeling that something was off.
It seemed like he was being watched.
Every move he made, within someone else’s grasp.
But after searching himself thoroughly, he found nothing suspicious.
Zhang Quan was utterly baffled.
Yet the intuition honed from years skulking in the shadows wouldn’t deceive him.
Someone was definitely following him!
But who could track him without his notice?
After a moment, Zhang Quan had his answer:
It was that brat!
The one skilled in concealment, whose stealth even cultivators at Foundation Establishment couldn’t detect!
Among the cultivators he knew, only that brat could employ such covert tactics, untraceably sticking to him like a relentless parasite.
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"Truly inexorable!"
Zhang Quan cursed inwardly.
He couldn’t let that brat follow him!
Zhang Quan released his Divine Sense, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find any traces of other cultivators—because initially, no one was indeed following him.