Except for this, there were no other cultivators.
But before they entered, there was indeed a faint trace of divine sense that quietly swept around.
"Cunning rabbit with three burrows, sly Cang Yan Dao Palace, they definitely have something like the underground chamber at my place," Yan Xiaohu muttered, cursing under his breath.
Zhou Qing couldn't help but look at him, feeling amused.
"I'll go perform a Soul Search!" Yan Xiaohu said, then turned and left.
Zhou Qing had no choice but to wait quietly.
Not long after, Yan Xiaohu returned, looking embarrassed, and said, "That Manor Master is just an ordinary old man, he knows nothing about the Cang Yan Dao Palace. I gave him a pill as compensation for performing the Soul Search."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Qing fell into deep thought and murmured after a while, "This is a clever use of 'a cuckoo occupying a magpie's nest.'
"Why don't we wait a little longer and see where that divine sense comes from," Yan Xiaohu suggested.
