Soon, it was midnight.
The Twelve True Meridians circulated within Zhou Yuanjue's body, faintly forming a mark.
At this moment, although Zhou Yuanjue sat cross-legged in the tree hollow, if any creature were standing before him, they would find that he seemed non-existent, as if he resided in another space and time. His aura, fluctuations, and will had all melded seamlessly with the surrounding environment. They were completely concealed and virtually impossible to trace, no longer displaying the distinct personal flair they previously possessed.
In this state, the effectiveness of any tracking Techniques or methods used against him would drop drastically, perhaps even being rendered completely useless. This was the result of Zhou Yuanjue spending nearly a whole day here.
