But Shen Yuan interjected.
"Probably yes, probably no. Here's the thing, Chairman Mao. After Qin Mian's recent nightmare, I met him over breakfast, and yet, I didn't sense anything foreign from him." The celestial fox spirit said, critically.
Qin Mian has been with him the entire day. It would be impossible for him not to sense it.
"Which brings me to several realizations. For the tracking magic to fully latch on to its target, it needs to specifically anchor on something, right? Giving it enough time was also needed to make sure that the tracking mark was successfully embedded on the target." Shen Yuan stood up from his seat and started walking in front of Chairman Mao and others.
"So, if Qin Mian, despite experiencing the magic attack twice, was showing no trace or residue of the tracking mark—"
