The violent aura on the second floor instantly subsided.
Yang Fangyu's eyes lit up.
The door creaked open.
Bai Yuan slowly emerged from the room. His aura was abyssal and profound, unfathomable.
"Daoist, Brother Yang."
Though he hadn't left his room, he could easily perceive that the two people outside were none other than the old Daoist and Yang Fangyu.
This feeling was different from hearing or sight; it was a mysterious and profound sensation.
It was as if he controlled countless threads of perception, and these threads had "seen" the old Daoist and Yang Fangyu.
He had only just entered the Perception Stage, so he had yet to develop more uses for his perceptual power.
Martial Artists like him, who focused on deadly combat, mostly just used their perceptual power to see through an opponent's techniques, allowing them to counter each move.
It was said that the Three Religions Martial Masters were the ones who had truly mastered perceptual power to a divine degree.
