Su Shi'er was slightly taken aback, then said, "In that case, perhaps he had some other secret technique to preserve his life?!"
"Then... does Miss Mu intend to go investigate?"
Su Shi'er was puzzled. Judging from the circumstances that day, that fellow had not shown the slightest sign of life. Even his final divine sense had been destroyed by Su Shi'er himself. There should have been absolutely no possibility of survival.
Still, nothing in this world was ever absolute, and he could not speak too definitively.
"His affairs are not urgent. So long as he is not dead, I will find him sooner or later!"
"Rather, Fellow Daoist, you and I have crossed paths several times and talked for so long, yet I still do not know your name."
Mu Yingluo waved her hand, then turned to ask Su Shi'er.
"This old man is Su Shi'er!" Su Shi'er did not hesitate and directly gave his true name.
Muyun Prefecture was not like the East Sea Archipelago when he had first arrived there years ago. Here, he now had quite a few friends who knew him.
While traveling abroad, he might run into an acquaintance with the slightest carelessness.
His voice, appearance, and features could all be concealed, but once he made a move, the characteristics of his Cultivation Methods and Secret Techniques would inevitably be recognized by those in the know.
Ordinary Cultivation Methods and Secret Techniques were one thing, but truly powerful ones were difficult to find to begin with. Even Su Shi'er himself faced a shortage of Cultivation Methods and Secret Techniques.
If people learned that he was borrowing someone else's banner and running about everywhere, it would hardly be a good thing.
Under special circumstances, it might be understandable.
But outside such circumstances, it would only make