Back on the Flying Boat, lost in thought and about to depart, he suddenly paused. His gaze swept around before abruptly focusing on a nearby mountain peak.
'Just now, for a split second... did I sense Spiritual Qi gathering?'
His Divine Sense flowed out like a beam of light, focusing on that mountain peak in an instant.
To his surprise, on this mundane mountain peak, there was a rather exquisite isolation Restriction, cutting off a small patch of forest from the outside world.
Chu Mu raised an eyebrow, a little curious.
'In a backwater place like this, with such thin Spiritual Qi... is there a Cultivator in secluded Cultivation?'
In Jingmen City, he had heard of such things quite often.
The Cultivation Immortal Realm was vast and boundless, its Cultivators countless. There were always those who preferred to avoid chaos.
With the Cultivation Immortal Realm now in turmoil, there were undoubtedly many who wished to avoid being drawn into the conflict.
