Su Wan’s figure moved like a ghost, racing back along the route she had taken.
The physical prowess of a Level 3 Ability User was pushed to its limit at this moment. Her footsteps were light and silent as she used the greenery for cover to vault over the fence, vanishing into the small grove in the blink of an eye.
Su Wan’s guess was not wrong at all; that sense of being watched was indeed Liu Junnan’s doing.
Earlier, he had been leaning against the sofa in the third-floor office of Yuanhang Freight, resting with his eyes closed.
He had been sitting there for the entire afternoon, remaining motionless in that exact posture ever since he returned from the police station.
Fang Yingshan and Qin Zhong’an did not dare to disturb him, only daring to wait from a distance by the doorway.
Liu Junnan was thinking about the events of the day.
He replayed the day's memories in his mind.
Especially that hint of strangeness he had sensed from Su Wan...
Was it his imagination?
But he did not believe in coincidences or imagination.
From childhood to now, his sensing ability had never been wrong.
That sense of strangeness must have a meaning.
It was just that he couldn't see through it yet.
Just then—
An extremely faint, elusive fluctuation, like distant thunder, vaguely entered his perception range.
Liu Junnan’s body suddenly sat bolt upright!
It’s here!
That fluctuation was too weak—so weak that if he hadn't been maintaining a high state of alertness, he might not have noticed it at all.
But it existed.
It was the aura of a Mental-type ability!
A flash of excitement crossed Liu Junnan’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by gravity.
It was too far away.
The source of that fluctuation was at least twenty kilometers away from his current location, far exceeding his normal perception range.
With his current capabilities, he could only vaguely sense an abnormality in that direction, but he could not lock onto a specific location, much less confirm what was happening there.
Liu Junnan’s fingers tightened slightly.
Twenty kilometers...
Under normal circumstances, his perception range had a radius of only five hundred meters.
Twenty kilometers was forty times that distance.
With his own power, it was fundamentally impossible to reach.
However—
Liu Junnan reached into his shirt and pulled out an item he kept close to his person.
It was a palm-sized, entirely pitch-black circular jade tablet.
The material was neither metal nor jade, but it felt warm to the touch.
Intricate patterns were carved onto the surface. These were not decorations but ancient runes, circling round and round until they converged on a mysterious symbol in the center.
This was a treasure bestowed upon him by the organization—the 【Source-Tracing Spiritual Jade】.
Supposedly, the origins of this jade tablet were mysterious. It had been brought back from a special place many years ago by a certain senior member of the organization, and there were only three such pieces in the entire organization.
It could amplify the wearer’s perception dozens of times over, allowing a sensory-type Ability User to cover a range far beyond their limits for a short duration.
But at the same time, using it required paying a heavy price.
Every second consumed a massive amount of mental power.
Liu Junnan took a deep breath and pressed the Source-Tracing Spiritual Jade against his forehead.
The moment the spiritual jade touched his skin, an icy chill surged into his mind, making his consciousness instantly clear.
He pushed his sensing ability to the absolute limit, pouring all of it into the jade tablet.
The runes on the spiritual jade began to glow slowly. Ripples of pale blue light spread along the patterns, finally converging on the central symbol.
Liu Junnan’s perception, like an infinitely expanding net, spread out toward the direction the fluctuation had come from.
One kilometer.
Ten kilometers.
Twenty kilometers!
His consciousness crossed half of Jiangcheng, acting like an invisible eye as it slowly swept over that area.
But the fluctuation had disappeared.
Liu Junnan was not satisfied.
He did not withdraw his perception. Instead, he maintained that state, quietly waiting for the prey to reveal a flaw once more.
As time passed minute by minute, fine beads of sweat broke out on Liu Junnan’s forehead, and his face turned visibly pale.
The consumption of the Source-Tracing Spiritual Jade was too great.
Every second, a massive amount of mental power was being drained, like a bottomless pit greedily swallowing his strength.
But he could not give up.
That person was there.
Somewhere in a corner of that area.
As long as they used their ability one more time, even for an instant, the Source-Tracing Spiritual Jade could lock onto their specific location!
Liu Junnan gritted his teeth and persisted.
Twenty minutes.
Thirty minutes.
Liu Junnan’s breathing began to grow heavy, his fingers trembled slightly, and the world before him began to double.
He was almost at his limit.
If he continued, he might be completely drained by the Source-Tracing Spiritual Jade, falling into a deep coma or even damaging his foundation.
But he didn't want to give up. He was certain that person would appear again!
Thirty-five minutes.
Liu Junnan’s body had already begun to shake uncontrollably. Cold sweat soaked his clothes, and his lips turned an unnatural shade of pale blue.
Fang Yingshan and Qin Zhong’an stood at the door. Seeing him in this state, they didn't dare to speak and could only exchange anxious glances.
Forty minutes.
Liu Junnan’s eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and his consciousness had begun to blur.
Just at the moment he was about to give up and withdraw his perception—
That fluctuation appeared again!
And it was clearer than the last time!
Liu Junnan’s spirit jolted. All his fatigue seemed to be washed away by the excitement of this moment.
The light of the Source-Tracing Spiritual Jade suddenly flared brilliantly. His perception, like a searchlight, accurately enveloped the source of the fluctuation—
East City.
Jade Manor.
The specific location...
At the very moment he was about to lock onto the specific building and room number—
A massive wave of backlash suddenly struck!
The light of the Source-Tracing Spiritual Jade abruptly died out. Liu Junnan’s consciousness was slammed back by an invisible giant hand, crashing heavily back into his own body!
“Pfft—”
Liu Junnan violently spat out a mouthful of blood. He rolled off the sofa, sprawling miserably on the floor as he gasped for breath.
His consciousness was in chaos, the world before him was spinning, and his eardrums were buzzing.
But he couldn't care about any of that.
He struggled to lift his head, shouting with all his might:
“East City... Jade Manor... Quick... take me there! Hurry!”
Qin Zhong’an and Fang Yingshan were scared out of their wits by this scene and rushed in to help him up.
“Young Master Liu! Are you alright?!”
“Don’t worry about me!” Liu Junnan grabbed Qin Zhong’an’s collar, his pitch-black, deep eyes churning with a near-manic obsession.
“Go now! Jade Manor! Hurry!”
Qin Zhong’an didn't dare to delay. He immediately hoisted Liu Junnan up and rushed downstairs with Fang Yingshan.
The black business van sped into the night like an arrow from a bow.
In the car, Liu Junnan lay slumped in the back seat, his face as white as paper, his body shaking uncontrollably.
But his mind was clearer than ever.
Jade Manor.
That person was in Jade Manor!
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