Despite Yuan's warning, Disciple Ling couldn't help but let her gaze dart around the area as they made their way back home, subconsciously searching for any sign of the assassin.
Of course, Yuan realized this and even expected it. Yet, he didn't stop her. After all, he was quite confident that even if the assassin knew they noticed him, it wouldn't stop Ji Han Bing.
'What's wrong with that woman? Don't tell me she's noticed me?' Hang Jimin thought to himself when he noticed Disciple Ling's odd actions.
'No… there's no way a mere Outer Court disciple like her could notice me when even someone at the Sect Leader's level would have trouble detecting my presence!'
Hang Jiming quickly dismissed the ridiculous thought, feeling foolish for even considering it in the first place.
However, there was one feeling he couldn't shake no matter how hard he tried. Something felt off—as though someone was watching him.
