The Sect’s Fault

The person who had fallen from the tree let out a shrill cry. He only managed to pick himself up after rolling about for quite a bit.

"You… How did you know I was hiding in the tree?" The man cupped his buttocks and looked at Mo Wen in surprise. The pain on his buttocks caused him to breathe heavily. He had clearly only been hit by a small pebble. Yet, it had been so painful that even a Qi Nucleation realm ancient martial art practitioner could not take it. More importantly, how had the youth located him? He was very confident in his concealment technique. In such a dense forested area, how could the youth have possibly located him?

"Why? Are you really forcing me to call out each and every one of you?" Mo Wen crossed his arms and smiled mockingly.