Theron chatted with the stall owner for a bit longer, trying to find the exact location of the assassin.
Whoever they were, they were good. Theron's sensitivity to such things was just far beyond others—that and the fact his senses were on the same level as a Dome of Heaven expert of this world right now.
Well, his senses were actually far beyond one. This was because he not only had a Cloud Realm Soul like most of them did, but he had progressed it in the most perfect way, using four Mandates the likes of which rarely appeared even in a city as large as this one.
Although the assassin was very good at hiding their traces, Theron was sure they existed.
The problem was that he didn't know exactly where they were coming from.
'They seem to be using a special technique. They're bouncing their senses off of multiple location points, creating several clones.'
