At this moment, the Daoist practitioner's hair stood on end!
Although his experiences in the Immortal Cultivation World weren't all that vast,
at this moment, his head lit up with spiritual light, and he immediately sensed an unprecedented peril.
"Horror! It must be because I blabbered carelessly about the Wind earlier, and someone overheard me, but where around here could there be a Great Cultivator?"
"It must be at least a Foundation Establishment Master!"
Alarmed, the Daoist practitioner thought to himself.
But being quick-witted, upon realizing the other party had only trapped him but not made a move, he immediately perked up.
Though he was facing away, the Daoist practitioner nevertheless squeezed out a smile and said in an urgent voice:
"Hehe, which senior is jesting with I, the inferior cultivator?"
"I was merely blathering with my lips; if I have offended the senior, I beg your forgiveness..."
"Oh, really? You didn't see anything, then?"
