The calm, aged voice fell silent.
An invisible pressure still enveloped him, locking Wang Yuan down tightly.
Every muscle in Wang Yuan's body tensed. His mind was on the highest alert, while thoughts of escape churned wildly within him.
His breathing hitched slightly. Not daring to show the slightest disrespect, he immediately cupped his hands.
His tone was respectful as he deliberately suppressed every card concerning his identity:
"Please forgive this junior, Senior. This junior is Wang Yuan of Cloud Province. I was merely passing through this place and accidentally entered Senior's place of secluded cultivation. I meant no offense and will leave at once!"
He spoke extremely quickly, wanting only to get away as soon as possible.
He had already weighed the pros and cons at lightning speed, his thoughts crystal clear.
He did not mention his status as a Kaoshan Sect True Disciple. He refused to reveal even the slightest information about his sect.
The old monk before him was unfathomable, his cultivation terrifying beyond reason, utterly transcending the martial understanding of Cloud Province.
No one knew what grudges this reclusive master might have borne in the past, or whether he held enmity toward the Kaoshan Sect or Situ Lie.
If he rashly revealed his sect identity, and the other party happened to have formed a blood feud with the Kaoshan Sect in the past, harboring resentment in his heart, he could kill him with a single slap.
Out here in the desolate wilderness, with no one to bear witness, he would not even have a place to argue his case!
Besides, Wang Yuan had an extremely clear judgment in his heart.
His own Kaoshan Sect Master, Situ Lie, a top powerhouse of Cloud Province and an Organ-Tempering Great Martial Master, dominated the region and intimidated countless counties.