"Luck? This was no luck!"
Chen Tianyuan looked at Fang Han, the surprise in his warm, gentle eyes growing more intense.
He knew, of course, that Fang Han was skilled at Tracking.
When the Beishan herb fields were robbed, he had sent Fang Han to track the Black Crow Thieves precisely because of Fang Han's considerable skill in the art of Tracking.
On several missions since, Fang Han's Tracking ability had proven its worth time and again.
But he had never imagined that Fang Han's Tracking Technique had reached such a profound level.
A Grandmaster Powerhouse's control over their own body was far beyond that of an ordinary Martial Artist.
Even without practicing a high-level Breath Concealment Secret Technique, they could suppress their aura to the absolute limit just by finely controlling their blood, Inner Qi, and even the pores of their skin.
Even a First Grade Martial Artist would have difficulty detecting a Grandmaster Powerhouse who was Concealing Breath.
