Zhou Heng was standing quietly to the side, listening to the conversation among several Loose Immortals.
When the towering Loose Immortal began to speak, he couldn't help but laugh, his gaze shifting as he said, "My fellow Taoist, what did you just say? I didn't quite catch it."
As these words were uttered, the Loose Immortals present scrutinized him anew, their Divine Senses sweeping over him as if trying to probe his true cultivation realm.
After all, his current demeanor did not match what one would expect from a normal Grandmaster in the presence of many Loose Immortals.
It was somewhat unusual.
For the Loose Immortals active in the Eastern Sea, the unusual meant danger.
One must be cautious.
However, there were those who were dismissive.
A cold smirk appeared on the face of the tall Loose Immortal as he floated in midair and slowly approached Zhou Heng, speaking indifferently, "Your act of composure is impressive; it has piqued my curiosity. What is your name?"