Li An had an extraordinarily keen sense of smell. There were previous rumors that Purple Cloud Mountain nearly collapsed, drawing out those from the Netherworld.
And Li Nianxue was also here. It was only natural for those in the Saint Realm to notice something.
Yet he still felt like a headless fly, unable to pinpoint anything.
"After I left Purple Cloud Mountain, no one should have been able to track me."
"Who exactly is it, what disaster is this?"
Li An was genuinely puzzled. This vague awareness, without any clues to follow, made him feel restless and completely at a loss.
He attempted to leave Purple Cloud Province and flee tens of thousands of miles away, but as soon as he stopped and sensed carefully, that feeling still lingered!
"It's unrelated to the location, almost as if something has locked onto me? No matter how far I flee, it's useless?"
Li An frowned deeply, feeling increasingly heavy-hearted. What kind of person could achieve such a feat?
