Stepping away from the forge, Di Tou hesitated for a moment, but in the end didn't set up a sound proofing formation. It wasn't that he was worried about it being discovered or anything like that. As things were, he wasn't really hiding the fact that he was a cultivator. If nothing else, just the fact that he looked the same as he had thirty odd years ago when Qing Ma Zhou and the other elders of the current generation were children was enough to prove that point.
It was just that… this home here was somewhat sacred to him. It was where he had spent time with the Wang Sisters of the previous generation, and where he had watched Wang Jian Ti and Wang Jian Hua grow up. He didn't really want to change it if he didn't have to, and he didn't want to introduce 'cultivation' here if he didn't have to.
