Before the tall man could finish, the white-robed cultivator beside him clamped a hand over his mouth, shooting him a harsh glare to silence him.
Then, with a hint of terror, he bowed to Song Changsheng. "Senior, my brother here has a loose tongue. Please, be the bigger person and don't hold it against him."
Song Changsheng couldn't help but regard him with a newfound respect. The man had clearly discerned his level of cultivation, yet he still stood up for his brother. 'He's a competent leader.'
Seeing his leader's expression, the tall man finally realized his blunder. His face instantly went pale, and cold sweat began to pour from his pores.
Song Changsheng waved a dismissive hand. "Relax. I just want to ask about Luoxia City. You said it's been locked down?"
The white-robed cultivator breathed an inward sigh of relief, discreetly wiping the sweat from his brow. "In response to Senior's question, I don't know much myself. I just ran into a friend on the road."
