As he was about to speak, he suddenly thought of something, quickly stopping himself, tightly pressing his lips together. Then, with a guilty conscience, he looked at the vortex in the Realm Sea below. Seeing that the vortex was as usual, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief:
"Carelessness! I almost caused great trouble just now!"
The ugly Cultivator in white armor heard half of it but no follow-up and felt puzzled:
"Senior Qian, what if what?"
The Purple-armored youth coughed dryly, awkwardly saying:
"It's nothing, just don't get distracted."
The ugly Cultivator in white armor suddenly understood, smiling as he said:
"Isn't there still a senior like you here... By the way, speaking of which, is that one still in seclusion? When can we attack the Immortal Pass?"
"That one?"
