Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man surnamed Gan glared at the woman and his lips moved slightly. A solemn voice simultaneously reached the ears of the three Core Formation cultivators present:
"Do not spout nonsense! This individual is a late-stage cultivator, and their spiritual sense can cover a range far beyond your imagination. The words you speak could still possibly be sensed by this person."
The charming woman was startled by these words and immediately became extremely subdued.
The large man and the old man in the green robe glanced at each other and also chose to remain silent.
The cultivator surnamed Gan sat in his chair with his head slightly lowered, his grayish-white pupils flickering with a hint of cold light.
After a good while longer than it takes to drink a cup of tea, the bright light in the middle-aged man's eyes receded.
