Lu Changsheng, accompanied by several disciples, continued to travel far and wide. However, since the day he was put on the hit list by the seven Great Demon sects, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.
Lu Changsheng surveyed his surroundings with his Divine Sense, but he couldn't detect the presence of any other cultivators.
"What's going on?"
Lu Changsheng, now a ninth layer Heavenly Immortal, with keen senses, had never felt such danger before.
Could it be his imagination?
No, it didn't seem like a mere illusion.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Seeing Lu Changsheng halt, his disciples couldn't help but feel puzzled.
"Nothing, let's continue on our way."
Lu Changsheng tried to appear nonchalant, yet he broke out in a cold sweat.
He suspected that a cultivator was secretly watching him, ready to strike at any moment.