Zhou Ming waved a hand, unwilling to say any more.
"Enough. You may leave."
Zhou Ming did not want to become too entangled with these people. He still needed to find a place to continue his secluded cultivation.
Qing Yang nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, we'll leave at once. We absolutely won't disturb your cultivation, Senior."
Qing Yang turned to Purple Moon.
"Purple Moon, let's go."
Qing Yang grabbed Purple Moon by the arm, preparing to leave, but she did not move.
She remained where she was, staring straight at Zhou Ming.
"Purple Moon, what are you doing? Hurry up and go!" Qing Yang lowered his voice, his tone anxious.
When facing a powerful expert whose moods were as unpredictable as the weather, every extra breath they lingered meant another measure of danger.
Purple Moon ignored Qing Yang's urging. Looking at Zhou Ming, she hesitated for a moment before asking, "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 back hard.
"Purple Moon! What nonsense are you spouting? Apologize to Senior, now!"
Qing Yang turned toward Zhou Ming, cold sweat covering his forehead as he bowed again and again.
"Please quell your anger, Senior! My sister is immature and speaks without restraint. She absolutely did not mean to offend you!"
Zhou Ming looked at Purple Moon, a trace of surprise flashing through 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, isn't that something you already know?"
Purple Moon pointed at the