Luo Yewang watched as the unfamiliar cultivator left, filled with a sense of the bizarre. The unfamiliar cultivator was strange, the unfamiliar female cultivator was strange, and even their own perceptions became strange.
"I still think we should go back and take another look?" Ying Daoist said weakly, feeling somewhat uneasy.
The couple returned to the stele, only to find that it was now deserted except for the two of them, including those few tourists, and the cross-legged slim female cultivator had disappeared too.
They located the spot where they had sensed a line of text before, but found the stele empty of any markings—neither visible to the eye nor detectable by divine sense, and even their Dao Realm perception saw nothing.
Was it because of the distance? Or a problem with direction?
The couple circled around the stele from near to far, and even when they returned to the spot where the unfamiliar cultivator had stood, they couldn't sense a thing.
