Li Yuanqing used his Magical Power to neutralize the fine wine he had drunk, but on the surface, he still feigned a drunken stupor.
For the past twenty-some days, under the pretext of not having had enough at Yingxian Tower and wanting a second round, he had managed to get into the homes of several Independent Cultivators.
Most of the Independent Cultivators weren't wary of him, but unfortunately, he hadn't found anything. At least, from what he could see, these Independent Cultivators all seemed normal, with no signs of anything suspicious.
As a Cultivator at Qi Cultivation Perfection, Li Yuanqing's Divine Sense was much stronger than an ordinary Qi Cultivator's. Occasionally, he would get a sudden premonition, a gut feeling that had once helped him survive a great disaster. In the last two days, this feeling of impending doom had returned, making his heart pound with fear.
