As the last trace of energy dissipated into the air, Gu Sheng's back was already drenched in cold sweat.
He stood by the window on the third floor of the Moon Viewing Pavilion, fingers unconsciously stroking the carvings on the windowsill, as his gaze pierced through the window paper, as if to see through the hidden undercurrents beneath this city.
"That spiritual power just now almost shook me out of your sea of consciousness."
The voice of the Innate Spirit Embryo rang in Gu Sheng's mind, carrying an uncommon gravity.
"At least mid-stage King Realm."
Gu Sheng pulled a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth and transmitted his thoughts.
"Sun King Tang Muzhi, the master of this city. I should have thought sooner, asking about the Yujing Sect's matters on someone else's turf was too conspicuous."
"He has sensed my presence."
The voice of the Spiritual Embryo trembled slightly.
