"Thank you, senior, for holding back."
The Sect Leader of Shuiyuetian is not as naive as Xiaochang. He probably guessed the reason for his visit to the Immortal Lands long ago. Yet he let him off, which is quite a generous gesture.
The people of the Immortal Lands have always been united, despite the constant internal strife. But they present a united front against outsiders. He knows he's going to stir up trouble in Mount Wufeng, but it seems they have no intention of killing him. Perhaps they're pretending not to see him.
The old man interrupted Jia Xiantian's wild thoughts, touching his beard and appraising him with sharp eyes. With a nod of approval, he said loudly, "Jia, you seem to have gained quite a bit this time out."
Jia Xiantian gave a wry smile, "Senior is kidding, it's already lucky enough to have escaped with my life."