Just moments ago, a subtle ripple in the spiritual qi had caught Wu Yuan's keen senses, a mere 200 li away. Yet, scanning the skies from his perch on the flying boat, there was nothing to be seen in that direction.2

Nevertheless, Wu Yuan remained steadfast in his assessment. The faint tremor in the spiritual qi persisted, refusing to dissipate.0

Hm? Wu Yuan’s Soul Force suddenly detected an extremely faint thread of aura wrapped around the hull of the flying boat. He had no idea how long it had been there.2

Had it not been for Wu Yuan's vigilance, prompted by the peculiar fluctuations detected 200 li away, he might have overlooked it altogether, failing to notice the anomaly lurking just under his nose.2

A tracking talisman? Wu Yuan had an inkling.0

Unlike the Middle Land, qi refiners in the macrocosm didn't fight...2