The young master seemed to see whether the Taoist before him told the truth or lies, speaking in gentle tones, yet each sentence was probing for news.
"Those people are big villains, they actually captured me, a cultivator of modest skills, and forced me into hard labor. They came here likely because they were being chased by someone with even greater skills, and somehow they escaped into the seabed."
Inside his Magical Treasure, the Taoist had no clue why they had come here. He only knew that entering the seabed was indeed a result of being pursued by the powerful in the Cultivation World.
"Who are these bad people you're talking about? Have they entered the palace?"
The other's words made the Taoist shake his head, "That person is too cunning. He only dispatched creatures from inside his Magical Treasures. He didn't come in himself."
The young master's eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent, feeling that the Taoist had not lied. The real force was likely not here.