[Okay Sir.]
Alicia's clear voice echoed softly in the quiet room as a translucent map unfolded before Ethan's eyes.
The familiar landscape of the Azure Origin Dao Sect and its vicinity spread out, unchanged — except for a single, vivid red dot blinking three hundred miles south of the sect's heart.
"Sure enough, it stopped." Ethan chuckled softly, eyes tracing that solitary point on the map.
During today's battle with Bram, Ethan had covertly implanted a spiritual mental imprint within the prince's body, a silent tracker that transmitted real-time location updates—though with limitations.
The potency of mental imprints, though potent, faded beyond five hundred miles.
Bram's injured form had not fled hastily back to the safety of the Vernal Dawn Dynasty. Instead, he lingered relatively close, choosing to wait and scheme, his pride unwilling to admit defeat.
