Never underestimate an Alchemist's perception, especially that of a Top Level Alchemist. Their senses are far sharper than you can imagine.
This was especially true for an existence like Qin Ya, who had once stood at the pinnacle of the Alchemy Dao.
His eyes narrowed slightly, his perception fully extended.
"Hehe, Qin Ya, what's wrong?" The charming laughter of the fake Li Peiyi echoed in his ears. Suddenly, with a sound of slicing air, a longsword radiating a cold, clear light shot straight for Qin Ya's heart.
"There you are!"
He dodged to the side and thrust his spear out abruptly. S-SLIICE! The sound of tearing fabric. The fake Li Peiyi's clothes were ripped open by the spear, revealing a large patch of snow-white skin. Qin Ya raised his eyes, his expression unchanging, and whipped the spear back without a hint of mercy for the fairer sex.
