Everyone had their own aspirations; how could the blond old man not understand the principle that a melon forced from the vine was never sweet?
The other party might not have failed to notice something wrong with the city lord; he simply lacked the courage to get involved. In that case, what more was there to say to him?
"What should we do now?"
Seeing that the other party had finally abandoned that question, the Daoist-robed old man let out a breath of relief, and his gaze drifted again toward the Spirit Detection Disc in his hand.
After a brief hesitation, a musing voice entered his ears. "These Li Family cultivators were named by the city lord as people he wanted. If alive, he wants to see them; if dead, he wants to see their corpses. Now that they've vanished in such a murky, unexplained way, the two of us will have no way to account for it after we return. No matter what, we must investigate until the stones sink and the water clears, and see exactly what change occurred."
"Indeed. They disappeared in the Chaotic Sea Region, near the Demon Race's territory. It is still far from here. Traveling by warship would take at least two days. If the two of us fly, it will be much faster."
"Brother Yu's words are exactly what I had in mind. Besides, this warship is far too large a target. That place is already close to the Demon Race's domain; one moment of carelessness could provoke a conflict."
"Hmph, it's more than just the Demon Race. The Chaotic Sea Region likewise does not welcome immortal cultivators from our Holy City. Leaving aside the large number of Rogue Cultivators for the moment, that Nine Immortals Palace is mysterious to the extreme, and