Nightfall descended as the Fiery Sun Flying Boat sailed slowly above the forest.
Feng Yinghai cared for his daughter within the cabin, Xu Baisheng operated the flying boat, and Ning Daoran, Meng Yuliang, and Fu Yan stood at the bow, wordless, simply gazing at the stars that filled the sky.
"Buzz~~~"
Suddenly, Ning Daoran's Divine Soul sensed a probing aura once again, identical to the one he had felt at Divine Doctor Xue's Villa.
He frowned slightly.
Meng Yuliang, Fu Yan, and Xu Baisheng were all completely unaware, and even Feng Yinghai in the cabin had no reaction.
Ning Daoran frowned again; was this merely his own illusion, or had his Divine Soul actually become so strong after cultivating the Soul Suppressing Book that his perception was even more acute than that of a Nascent Soul Early Stage?
Perhaps it was truly just an illusion.
