When he sensed Su Yi’s profound, distant gaze, Buddhist Master Jinyuan’s eyelids twitched, and his heart shook.

“Monk, isn’t using the Art of Spirit Scrying to investigate my presence beneath someone your status? Don’t you think you’re behaving contemptibly?” Su Yi asked flatly. 

The influential figures in attendance were all stunned.

The Art of Spirit Scrying was a secret soul technique. It could detect anything strange about a cultivator’s presence, silently and without a trace.

Was your target human or yao? Had they been possessed, and did any atypical energies linger about them? The Art of Spirit Scrying could tell you all of this.

All of the Great Xia’s peak-level orthodoxies had mastered similar secret techniques. They used them to confirm cultivators’ identities and avoid Possessed with ill intentions infiltrating their ranks.

Who would have thought that someone as lofty as Buddhist Master Jinyuan would secretly use such a technique to sense Su Yi’s aura, or that Su Yi would catch him doing it?

This was violating a taboo.

Buddhist Master Jinyuan said calmly, “Young friend, please don’t take offense. When you appeared, this humble monk detected a hint of a strange presence....