"Reporting to Martial Uncle, I think it could happen at any time." I did not mince my words, pointing it out bluntly. After all, I knew perfectly well they would definitely have an ambush waiting—and were taking me straight into it.
"Hehe, Nephew Xia is right. It's already extremely dangerous outside this area. After all, foreign enemies could invade at any time, so we really ought to be more careful." Luo Qingjun smiled faintly, the curve of his lips revealing his contempt.
Mi Mo wore a cold, sinister expression, while the other female disciple looked equally unfriendly. After glancing at me, she said, "Junior Brother Xia, I heard you're a Loose Immortal from the Forgotten Land, yet remarkably powerful—even Senior Brother Mi Mo was no match for you. I wonder which sect lineage your spells are based on?"
"What do you mean, 'selling' or 'not selling'? I don't sell anything, so what would I be hawking?" I retorted sarcastically. I knew exactly what she meant, but there was no way I would answer honestly.
That female disciple knew I was pretending. A trace of coldness appeared in her expression as she said, "Hehe, Junior Brother Xia, you misunderstand. Senior Sister merely heard that you're a spy from an enemy sect, so she wanted to ask about your sect lineage and identify you. After all, Senior Sister knows quite a lot about the sect lineages from before the two eras."
"Oh? What were the immortals here selling before the Calamity?" I asked with a smile.
"Changing the subject, Junior Brother—do you really not understand, or are you pretending not to understand?!" The female disciple's face turned cold, and she stopped, leaving me caught between them.
My heart tightened. Though I already knew they intended to make a move, I had not