In just an instant, the aura had closed to within a thousand meters of Yang An. At the same time, he felt a sudden gaze lock onto him.
Yang An instinctively looked back toward the gaze. His eyes fell upon a woman dressed in black with a palm-sized Bronze Cauldron perched on her head like a coronet.
When he saw the Bronze Cauldron on the woman's head, he noticed something invisible to everyone else: a flesh-and-blood cord, like an umbilical cord, connected to the bottom of the Bronze Cauldron. The other end ran down beneath her clothes, attaching to her stomach.
'So this is the Tripod Bodhisattva these people were talking about?'
With just a single glance, Yang An was certain she wasn't from the Great Virtue Temple, as there were no female Buddhist Cultivators there.
However, when he saw the woman's face, he had the feeling he'd seen her somewhere before.
