Mo Hua was startled and immediately flattened himself against the beam, not daring to move a muscle.
At the same time, a surge of Divine Sense swept roughly over him, but failed to see through his concealment.
The burly man withdrew his Divine Sense, found nothing, and cursed angrily, "Who's there, sneaking around?"
The middle-aged cultivator frowned, then spread out his own Divine Sense to scan the surroundings.
An obviously deeper, stronger Divine Sense passed through the beam and fixed directly on Mo Hua, prying through the Concealment Formation cloaking him.
But beneath that Concealment Formation, Mo Hua was still shrouded by another layer: his Concealment Technique.
It was night after all—the shadows above the beam ran deep; even a half-baked Concealment Technique was hard to spot in this gloom.
The middle-aged cultivator pierced one layer of concealment but still failed to find Mo Hua. After a moment's pause, he withdrew his Divine Sense and replied flatly:
