Through the soul imprints of the three sect leaders.
Chang'sheng had already tracked down the locations of the three sects.
First stop.
Was the Frost Spirit Sect, closest to this place!
The Frost Spirit Sect sat within a frozen wasteland.
When Chang'sheng arrived, all he saw was a limitless field of ice.
And absolute zero.
Sect?
Not a damn thing in sight.
However.
The naked eye might not catch it.
But that didn't mean Chang'sheng couldn't sense something off about this place.
"Hiding their sect with a formation?"
Chang'sheng stroked his chin, then said, "Pretty smart method—they've tucked the whole sect away. Might be worth setting up something like that at The Cottage."
"But honestly, this formation's pretty clumsy."
After studying it a bit, Chang'sheng quickly shook his head.
"No, no, I'm doing it again. Gotta get back to business."
If the people inside bolted,
he could still track them, but it would waste time and effort!
