At that moment, the old Daoist's hair stood on end!
Though his experience traveling the cultivation world was not particularly extensive.
At that moment, his quick wits still allowed him to immediately sense an unprecedented danger.
Disaster! Someone must have overheard me running my mouth earlier, but where did such a powerful cultivator come from around here?
They must at least be a Foundation Establishment True Cultivator!
The old Daoist was inwardly alarmed.
But he was adaptable. Realizing that the other party had merely restrained him without attacking, his mind immediately began working.
Though his back was to the other party, the old Daoist hurriedly forced out a smile and said urgently:
"Hehe, which senior is playing a joke on this humble cultivator?"
"I was only talking nonsense. If I offended you, Senior, I offer my apologies..."
"Oh, really? You truly didn't see anything?"
No sooner had he finished than the old Daoist heard the person's voice behind him.
The voice was deep and distant, seeming both close at hand and far away.
Yet he could discern no emotion in it.
Unable to fathom the other party's thoughts, the old Daoist grew even more nervous and hurriedly said:
"I really was just talking nonsense. I am merely a Qi Refining cultivator; how could I possibly see anything? Please show mercy, Senior. I will leave at once, at once."
After his words fell, there was a brief pause. Then the old Daoist suddenly felt his surroundings loosen, and the tremendous force restraining his entire body released him instantly.
Freed, the old Daoist stumbled slightly as he came down. Looking at the layers of clouds and mist below, so high that the ground was almost invisible, his legs trembled. Though he heaved a great inward sigh of relief, he could not muster