Balin's sensitivity to reiki was significantly higher than Charlie's. This was partly due to his advanced cultivation level, but he also felt a bit self-conscious.
Unlike Charlie, who had ample elixirs to replenish his reiki at any time, Balin felt as if he were a beggar, starved for this energy, making him more attuned to its nuances than most people. The instant Charlie's probing aura brushed against him, every hair on Balin's body stood on end.
Hiding in such a secluded cave, in what felt like an uninhabited expanse of thousands of square kilometers, Balin had not bothered to conceal his reiki.
When Charlie’s energy made contact, it caught Charlie himself off guard. He quickly realized that the presence lurking in the depths of the cave was indeed a monk, one whose cultivation must surpass his own. To Charlie’s knowledge, there were only two monks on the Antarctic continent: himself and an elder from the Warriors Den, who had recently been deceived by him and subsequently hunted by the US military. Now, another monk was positioned beneath the cave, and Charlie instantly recognized who it was without further thought.
In that moment, Charlie felt a rush of anxiety mixed with exhilaration that urged him to flee. However, he couldn't ignore the arrow still aimed towards the cave entrance.
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