Mo Hua was startled and immediately pressed himself flat against the beam, remaining motionless.
At the same time, a strand of divine sense swept casually over him but failed to uncover his concealment.
The burly man retracted his divine sense, coming up empty-handed, and roared, "Who's there? Sneaking around like a rat!"
The middle-aged cultivator frowned, releasing his own divine sense to scan the surroundings.
A significantly more profound strand of divine sense passed through the beam and locked onto Mo Hua, piercing through the concealment provided by his concealment formation.
However, beneath the concealment formation, there was yet another layer of concealment provided by his concealment technique.
It was nighttime, the beam was shrouded in darkness, and even a rudimentary concealment technique was hard to detect under such conditions.