The young man and the little girl were both warily staring at Ding Huan's Cosmic Pot, the alertness in their eyes almost palpable.
Ding Huan put away the pot, stood at the edge of the spaceship, cupped his hands in a salute and said, "Fellow Daoists, I am Ding Huan, a loose cultivator. May I come in to discuss something?"
"Brother-in-law, don't let him in." The little girl was even more vigilant than the young man. Hearing Ding Huan's words, she immediately spoke up for the young man before he had a chance to respond.
The young man sighed, stroked the little girl's hair, and then unhesitatingly lifted the restriction.
He knew that since Ding Huan had caught up with them in such a short time using the Cosmic Pot, it made no difference whether they let him in or not.
If this person had malevolent intentions towards them, their defenses would be useless because they were no match for this man.
