Upon hearing Logan's words, the young gentlemen exchanged glances without showing any sign of objection. They nodded briefly, and one of them, who appeared slightly older, spoke up, "This brother, you are too polite. This cave isn't privately owned by us. Since you are here, let's shelter from the snowstorm together. As fellow cultivators, we should help each other."
However, the young ladies seemed somewhat reluctant. They pursed their lips, and their gaze carried a hint of disdain and disgust. One of them, dressed lavishly and with exquisite makeup, specifically addressed the gentleman beside her, "Brother, look at this man. He's filthy and unkempt, his origins unclear. His attire doesn't seem particularly fine, probably just a poor Loose Cultivator. We shouldn't let him stay with us, to avoid any trouble."