A few days later, he finally found several extremely hidden threads of causality, almost transparent.
One end made a faint connection with Lou Yi's red star, while the other end connected to an unidentifiable distant realm.
The black halos representing malice were transmitted through these threads of causality.
'Two people?' Lou Yi furrowed his brow, noticing the threads of causality came in two colors.
'They're still probing for now, but given time, they'll inevitably find me.'
At this moment, far away from Lou Yi across countless miles, two individuals sat cross-legged on the ground, performing a ritual.
One was a white-haired male cultivator in a white robe, holding a horsetail whisk. He appeared kind and amiable, much like a friendly elder next door.
The other was a female cultivator dressed in black, appearing to be in her thirties.
However, the graying hair at her temples and the aged look in her eyes suggested her real age was not as young as she appeared.
