Jiang Wang's hand paused in mid-air as he was about to open the door.
A series of unexpected events could not just be mere coincidences.
Who is targeting me?
And how did they discover me?
Jiang Wang asked himself these questions, knowing that during his time in Zhao Country, he had barely stepped out of his dwelling and had never done anything to expose his identity. There should have been no possibility of discovery during this period; any trace leading to him should have been from earlier clues.
But if the person manipulating all this from the shadows already knew his whereabouts, why wait until today to act?
Moreover, what methods are being used for all these various "coincidences"? Why is the Path Origin's fluctuation undetectable, leaving not a single trace?
These questions surfaced in his mind, and Jiang Wang's hand, suspended mid-air, was now gripping a sheathed Longsword.
