In the distant foothills, a blue-tiled, white-walled estate lay quietly in the morning mist, like a slumbering beast.
Fang Han stood on the shaded side of a hill several miles away, his figure completely concealed behind a thicket of withered bushes.
'Thousand-Mile Soul Lock.'
Fang Han pushed 'Thousand-Mile Soul Lock' to its peak. His perception spread out like formless ripples, flowing silently over the untamed wilderness and fields to envelop the entire estate.
Within a radius of several miles, every aura was revealed in perfect clarity.
'Five auras…'
Within the estate, Fang Han discovered a total of five auras.
Judging from their auras, their strength wasn't high. They were all just Middle Third-Grade Martial Artists; there wasn't even a single Upper Three Grades Martial Artist.
To destroy the Qingxuan Sect, Yan Wuji had led the elites of the Tiejiang Gang out in full force, so this secret hideout was clearly left with only a few small fry.
