Bu Luo came quickly and left even faster. At this moment, he had truly let his nature loose, returning to the appearance of the book attendant who had followed at Zuo Qiudan's side. He did not care in the slightest what anyone else thought.
Only after the two figures swiftly vanished through the mountain gate did the disciples guarding it, along with the other cultivators entering and leaving the sect, gradually come back to their senses.
"Who was that man? Elder Bu Luo actually paid him such a great courtesy?"
"Could he have been a senior of the Void Refinement Realm?"
"Elder Bu Luo did not address him as Senior. Young Master? What kind of address was that?"
"An elder actually performed a kneeling salute..."
"..."
The disciples could not help whispering among themselves. These cultivators were merely at the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core Realm, and they truly could not see through Zuo Qiudan's cultivation level.
Yet this discussion had only just begun when it swiftly died away. The cultivator leading the mountain gate guards, a mid-stage Golden Core Realm cultivator, swept his sharp gaze across them, his eyes already brimming with dense savagery.
He himself had been greatly shocked—more precisely, utterly shaken—but his reaction had been swift. Discussing a sect elder behind his back—were they tired of living?
As his gaze swept over them, a bone-chilling aura immediately filled the area around the mountain gate. Even cultivators of the same realm as him quickly came to their senses.
They had merely passed by in haste before and had not known that the blue-robed cultivator had come to find Elder Bu Luo. Thus, the shock in their hearts was even more intense.
The cultivators guarding the mountain gate, however, knew whom the visitor had come to see, so they