The Captured Spy

Nemel climbed to the outside of the building.

His invincibility make him unnoticed by any humans when he clung to the wall

He began inspecting the rooms one by one.

Before long, he discovered a human inside one of the rooms behaving strangely.

This human was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, their back perfectly straight, eyes closed, engaged in something unknown.

Had it been another alien, they might not have understood the significance of this posture.

However, Nemel, having encountered other cultivators before, recognized it at a glance.

"Found them! As expected, a cultivator!"

Nemel narrowed his eyes.

Only cultivators would assume such a position.

From what they knew, whenever cultivators sat like this, they were cultivating.

"General Aelra wasn't defeated by weak humans—he was defeated by a cultivator. No wonder even his battleship was lost. But... there should be more than just one cultivator."