Liam planned the remainder of the trip to arrive exactly when the open market would start to save energy so that he could be ready for anything.
It was another cold night, luckily with decent weather. Liam stood on a barren hill, gazing at the empty horizon, but his senses captured something too distant for the old man kneeling at his side to notice.
Liam saw a vague yellow halo and felt some heat, which conflicted with the world, suggesting unnatural causes.
Then, Liam heard footsteps, many of them. There had to be fifty people in that warmer location, all walking calmly, showing no hurry whatsoever.
And the crowd wasn't just people. Liam felt in the back of his head. That was a gathering of cultivators, mostly foundation experts, with one presence above that.
'It's really different,' Liam concluded.
