Grandmother

"Grandmother?" Darcel and Aniela quietly muttered while tossing their gazes in the same direction. They both promptly became shocked at a hooded figure silently floating in the skies. 

Neither of them sensed her existence this entire time. This hooded figure didn't exude any semblance of power. In fact, she seemed almost blended into the environment itself. 

If one was a mortal or weak cultivator, they would simply think of Nomiya as a mysterious person hiding their identity. Her natural aura didn't exude a trace of Qi energy that Darcel and Aniela were used to. 

It was far too distinct and strange to possibly ignore. Rather than saying she had no power to speak off, it was like this hooded person transcended into an elevated state of cultivation.

Subconsciously, the duo's bodies slightly tensed. Darcel and Aniela could feel the danger within their souls. An intuition informed them of something.