However—
The moment these words fell, before the middle-aged cultivator could ask where the cultivator surnamed Luo had learned of "Patriarch Wei's" whereabouts, a cyan figure abruptly emerged from the void in the blink of an eye.
"A Nascent Soul... Nascent Soul Patriarch?"
At the sudden appearance of this stranger, the middle-aged cultivator was first shocked and enraged. But once he sensed the other's exact cultivation aura, fear instantly appeared on his face, and cold sweat streamed down his back.
"Senior, we are cultivators of the Yellow Sand Sect. If we have offended you in any way, we beg Senior's forgiveness."
The middle-aged cultivator forced himself to cup his hands toward Wei Tu and invoke his backing, hoping to frighten Wei Tu away.
But Wei Tu only gave a cold laugh upon hearing this.
"The Yellow Sand Sect? If Yellow Sand Patriarch had disciples as wicked as you, he would likely cleanse his own house on the spot. Heh. Matters concerning a Nascent Soul cultivator's lifespan are secrets of the utmost importance... yet you spread them about at will. Do you truly know no fear of the heavenly might of Nascent Soul cultivators?" he said disdainfully.
As his words fell—
Only then did the cultivator surnamed Luo, who had just been speaking so eloquently, realize that a "senior" had somehow appeared behind him.
His expression changed. He wrapped an arm around the willow-slender waist of the girl beside him and swiftly fled forward, opening a distance from Wei Tu.
"Senior, please forgive me. Though this junior acted improperly and discussed Martial Ancestor's important affairs so recklessly... Lin'er is my fiancée, and her uncle will also become this junior's father-in-law. This cannot be considered too much of a disclosure..."
Cold sweat beaded on the cultivator surnamed Luo's forehead as he hurriedly