Outside Tiangong City, the market was bustling, and the crowd was as dense as a weave.
Fang Hao mingled in the crowd, appearing to stroll aimlessly, but in reality, he had already taken in the surrounding environment. His Divine Sense, like invisible tentacles, carefully sensed the subtle movements behind and around him without excessively disturbing others.
That cold Divine Sense, belonging to Mo Yunhe, had only offered a fleeting glance at the city gate and had not swept over again. However, Fang Hao could clearly feel that at least two auras, like maggots on bones, were trailing far behind him.
One aura was at the Middle Golden Core Stage, and the other was at the Early Golden Core Stage. The two cooperated tacitly, alternating their tracking, always maintaining a distance of about a hundred zhang, and constantly changing positions, appearing extremely experienced.
