Zhou Ming waved a hand, unwilling to say more.
"Enough. You may leave."
Zhou Ming did not want too much entanglement with these people. He still needed to find a place to continue his seclusion.
Qing Yang nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, we'll leave at once. We definitely won't disturb your cultivation, Senior."
Qing Yang turned to Purple Moon.
"Purple Moon, let's go."
Qing Yang grabbed Purple Moon's arm, ready to leave, but Purple Moon did not move.
She remained where she was, staring fixedly at Zhou Ming.
"Purple Moon, what are you doing? Hurry up and go!" Qing Yang lowered his voice, his tone anxious.
When facing such an unpredictable powerhouse, every extra breath they stayed meant another measure of danger.
Purple Moon ignored Qing Yang's urging. She looked at Zhou Ming, hesitated for a moment, then asked.
"Senior, has the world you came from already collapsed?"
The moment those words left her mouth, Qing Yang's expression changed drastically. He seized Purple Moon's arm and yanked her backward.
"Purple Moon! What nonsense are you saying?! Apologize to Senior at once!"
Qing Yang turned to Zhou Ming, cold sweat covering his forehead as he bowed again and again.
"Please quell your anger, Senior! My younger sister is immature and speaks without restraint. She absolutely meant no offense!"
Zhou Ming looked at Purple Moon, surprise flickering in his eyes. Rather than getting angry, he revealed a faint smile.
"Why would you ask that?" Zhou Ming looked at Purple Moon.
Qing Yang still wanted to stop her, but Purple Moon had already shaken off his hand.
Purple Moon met Zhou Ming's gaze directly, her tone calm.
"Senior, aren't you asking what you already know?"
Purple Moon pointed at the deathly silent asteroid belt around them.
"People at the Pseudo-Saint realm like us generally fight