"Daoist, please halt!"
However, the elderly cultivator still took the initiative to approach.
Chen Sansi stopped in his tracks, "What is it that you wish to discuss, Daoist?"
There was no need to be overly anxious, though.
Even if the old Emperor harbored suspicions, at most he would just test the waters; he certainly wouldn't dare to make a move here.
This place was in the heartland of Nan Xu, with an army of a hundred thousand and the Martial Saint outside, plus the Immortals collaborating with Nan Xu. Should Emperor Dasheng's identity be exposed, the consequences were easy to imagine.
"My surname is Xu, with a single name of Liao,"
the elderly cultivator said with a cupped fist salute, "I wish to inquire about some matters with you, Daoist. May I have a word with you in private?"
"Whatever it is, just say it here."
Chen Sansi remained unmoved.
"To be honest, I am a seeker of immortality and I wish to ask for directions to the ends of the earth,"
