As his perception continued to deepen, Ning Fan's mood grew increasingly heavy.
It wasn't because he discovered dangerous contraband, but rather something was off with the fans themselves.
Among the fans, aside from Huaxia, there were a large number of Western faces.
When Ning Fan patrolled near a ticket gate, he noticed two Westerners emitting a cold aura.
"Western practitioners?"
Just as Ning Fan was puzzled, a pair of ghostly blue eyes appeared in his sight.
"Such keen perception."
Ning Fan was startled.
The distance between them was over thirty meters, and amidst the bustling crowd, the other party could pinpoint the direction of the probe precisely, indicating an extraordinary level of perception.
Though shocked inside, Ning Fan naturally shifted his gaze, attributing everything that happened to coincidence.
Soon after, Ning Fan sensed that the gaze left him.
Not far away, the two Westerners were speaking in hushed tones.
"Henry, what's wrong?"
