As Lu Fan walked through the misty village, he felt it again — a presence, faint but sharp. Not killing intent. Observation.
He paused by a shrine, pretending to tie his shoe, while his Void-Woven Concealment flared silently.
From the rooftop, cloaked in shadow, two men watched him.
> "The aura around him... it's stable now. The Library's adapting to him."
> "Sovereign Child confirmed. We must inform the Grand Bishop."
The watchers vanished before Lu Fan could turn, but he had caught a glimpse — dark robes with a tri-serpent sigil on the shoulder.
The Temple of Three Eyes.
The name clicked in the Library's search.
> A secretive order that has manipulated cultivation lines for centuries. Known to seek 'Sovereign Hosts' — rare souls fated to birth divine legacies.
Lu Fan's blood turned cold.
They weren't just watching.
They were waiting.