Xiao Ming had intentionally feigned ignorance, hoping to deceive Yu Jingtian into thinking he was unaware of his presence.
However, in the world of cultivation, nothing could escape the acute senses of one who was attuned to their surroundings.
Xiao Ming's aura blended seamlessly with the environment, allowing him to perceive even the faintest shifts in the air, and certainly not to mention something as blatant as killing intent directed toward him.
His senses were like an extension of the very space he inhabited, honed to a razor's edge.
Yu Jingtian felt a jolt of shock at first when Xiao Ming's gaze landed on him, despite the considerable distance between them.
He had expected to remain unnoticed, but the intensity of Xiao Ming's focused look shattered that illusion.