Han Zheng's Yang God now far surpasses martial artists of the same level, being an existence infinitely close to the Dharma Manifestation Realm, so his perception is exceptionally keen.
Just now, someone was definitely spying on him, but the other party must have used some kind of secret technique, causing even him to fail in catching their trail.
Han Zheng slightly closed his eyes, and his Yang God's perception quietly spread across the entire ship, yet he found nothing unusual.
However, Han Zheng had already planned that once he disembarked, he would leave this place as quickly as possible to avoid any mishaps.
At this moment, a few miles behind Han Zheng's ship was another small boat carrying dozens of Demons.
Because of the Qingqiu Fox Clan's birthday celebration, the number of boats crossing the two shores of Fallswater had increased.
