Seeing me freeze, the elder feared something might happen, so his expression softened as he asked, "May I ask why you only want to register under our sect's name? Could it be that you..."
"Since it's inconvenient, then forget it." I furrowed my brows, then turned to leave. But the other party seemed intent on probing further and asked, "We haven't had the honor of learning your name. That way, we can inform our master and the others when they return, or perhaps leave behind some way to contact you..."
I swept out my sleeve and deliberately put on an angry expression, then vanished from the spot in an instant. If I stayed any longer, I would only arouse suspicion. The immortals here were indeed somewhat wary of strangers. The tricks that had worked elsewhere were clearly useless here.
After thinking it over, I finally decided to leave this plane and head to another market for a look. Unexpectedly, the other party still harbored considerable suspicion and actually sent two extremely powerful elders to tail me. Once I sensed them, how could I possibly let them keep following? In an instant, I widened the distance between us!
My Falling Sword Step was currently my fastest method of movement. Its short-term acceleration was nearly unmatched by any other lineage technique. How could they possibly catch up? Besides, I soon burst out of the plane, and the immortals of that sect did not dare stir up trouble by pursuing me.
It seemed that even a relatively smooth plane-based sect territory possessed a strong wariness toward outsiders. Moreover, after flying through several planes, I found that none had any mortals. The overall level of the immortals' arts here was formidable; even children could fly freely and cast spells.
As the saying went, whatever