Jiang Yuebai suspiciously scrutinized Monk Ruosheng. This corner was indeed ahead on the path she intended to take, so it couldn't really be said that he was following her.
It was just that his appearance was too uncanny, leaving no trace before and after, which suddenly reminded her of Shen Huaxi's concealment techniques, making her nerves tense up.
If it weren't for the Wind Net capturing all movement-induced wind patterns, this monk would be as indistinct as a rock under her Divine Sense probing.
Jiang Yuebai silently retreated a step, signaling for him to take his own path.
However, Ruosheng did not move, his phoenix eyes falling on Jiang Yuebai's featureless pure white mask.
"I recall there's an Early-Stage Foundation Establishment six-winged centipede in the nest over there. Seeing you emerging unscathed from that direction, you must have slain it. Your abilities are extraordinary, I admire that, but you look familiar. Have we met somewhere before?"
