Twenty-two… Twenty-three… That's more than half of them, right?0

Wang Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly. He had swept the city below with his spiritual consciousness three times. The more than twenty foreign cultivators he had discovered were all hiding in different corners of the city, and they clearly looked different from the people of the Saros Empire.0

However, the rest all had white skin, colored eyes, and hair of iridescent hues. Wang Sheng had never been good at telling such faces apart. Fortunately, due to the deterrence of the heavenly tribulation, the city's police and local cultivators had sealed off intersections and begun checking suspicious individuals. They had also already forced out several foreign cultivators.0

Hovering in the air with his sword on his back and his hands clasped behind him, Wang Sheng pondered, If someone powerful was hunting me down, where would I hide?0

Wang Sheng raised an eyebrow, then slowly lowered his gaze to the six-story apartment building below him. 0

Hiding in plain...0