'What books does he read every day? What Dao does he comprehend?'
He had never done so, however. For one, his Literary Dao Dharma Aspect was still unstable, and each use consumed a massive amount of Incense and Candle Power.
On the other hand, Shen Zhiming subconsciously believed, 'Before a Saint, a Dharma Aspect does not manifest.'
It would be inappropriate for him to spy on Chen Cheng.
Especially in the past two days. Whenever he glanced toward the courtyard where Chen Cheng was staying, his heart would leap into his throat.
It was as if someone were spying on him.
But Shen Zhiming was certain that no one was spying on him. Rather, his own presence had been detected by someone else's Perception.
Spying and being perceived were profound, mysterious concepts. Had Shen Zhiming not been skilled in the Literary Dao Realm himself, he wouldn't have been so certain.
Shen Zhiming had only ever experienced this feeling outside Ice Castle.
