Harvey Walker was looking for the Osborn pair.
He had not found them yet.
Robert intended to keep it that way until he understood exactly what Harvey Walker was carrying and exactly how the next encounter should go.
Harvey stopped walking. Not because of a sound. Because of a feeling.
He stood between two ancient trunks and let his cultivation sense expand outward.
Spirit Root Realm Level 7 Mid Stage.
Not the wide-field awareness of Soul Manifestation cultivators — he knew the difference. He had trained beside his father since he was old enough to hold a stance, and he understood exactly where his sensing ability currently sat and exactly where it needed to reach.
But twenty years of Zilton Walker's direct guidance from childhood had produced something that pure cultivation level did not fully explain.
His sense was sharper than his stage suggested.
It did not miss things at forty meters. Someone was moving parallel to him.
Matching his pace.
