Noah had been keeping an eye on Wen Ji ever since the talk with Xin Yan. To his surprise, the concubine didn't make another move.
No rituals, no sudden appearances, no mysterious whispers slipping into the wind. She didn't even come out of her room, let alone come to look for him.
She'd lain low.
Too low.
That alone made her more suspicious.
Sitting by the window with a small orb of condensed spiritual energy floating before him, Noah allowed his soul sense to expand slowly across the palace, keeping an eye on Wen Ji while looking for her partner.
He didn't immediately look out of the palace just yet; if they needed something from the emperor, both of them had to be staying inside the castle. But unfortunately for him, no spirit farer looked different from another cultivator.
