Whose disciples were these?!
That same question occupied Junxiao Immortal Monarch, Chiyun Immortal Monarch, and Fuyun Immortal Monarch, three Mahayana Immortal Monarchs from different Dao Sects. As they stared at that trial zone, they were positively bewildered. They exchanged looks, no longer mentioning their own prodigies, and searched their seas of consciousness for any memory of these disciples.
All three were Mahayana Immortal Monarchs who had lived for over ten thousand years. They could hardly be called inexperienced, and they hailed from Xuanmen Dao Sects and Pure Yang Sacred Lands. What sights in the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds had they not seen?
Yet today, they truly had encountered something bizarre: several wildmen in that trial zone who wore leaves instead of clothes.
There, amid the mountain forest, stood four wildmen-one tall, one short, one fat, and one thin-without a stitch of clothing. All had such fair, clean skin that they clearly were no wilderness natives, yet they covered themselves with nothing but leaves. It was a thoroughly unseemly sight, utterly lacking the dignity of orthodox Xuanmen cultivators and Pure Yang Dao Sects.
The tall, short, fat, and thin quartet, however, paid it no mind. They were even crouched on the ground, seemingly tinkering with something.
"Brother Qian, do you think this will work?" The tall wildman watched curiously as the fat one lay on the ground, teasing out threads like unraveling a cocoon.
The fat man addressed as Brother Qian stuck his backside up as he carefully extracted spiritual threads and silver filaments, not forgetting to reassure the other three. "Rest easy, brothers. Though I, Qian Yun, have neglected cinnabar alchemy, I'm skilled in weaving. Brother Gao is skilled in artifact refining, Brother Zheng knows formation patterns, and Brother Wang knows spirit talismans..."
"We'll definitely succeed!"
This fat man