Wei Yuan said he had come alone, but Xu Chunyuan was not willing to believe it. He quietly released his Divine Sense, trying to locate any hidden assassins nearby.
The atmosphere in the Governor Mansion was bustling with life, maids scurried to and fro, occupied with their duties, the guards stood loyally at their posts, erect as if nothing could move them. The housekeeper, with eyes like torches, searched the house for the almost non-existent dust. The entire mansion was busy, yet eerily silent.
No one dared to slack, because none could deceive the Divine Sense of a high-level Dharma Image Cultivator. The few who had dared to slack had been killed on the spot and dragged away, and those who had survived were as nervous as if they were walking on a tightrope.
