"Are you also heading to Heavenly Buddha City, benefactor? Could it be that you too are preparing to attend the Buddha Gathering as a lay cultivator?"
Yang An had taken the initiative to strike up a conversation, and one of the accompanying cultivators spoke up to ask.
There was no need to explain the identity of the man who spoke. The flavor was far too strong—utterly authentic.
"Exactly!"
Yang An immediately replied.
Though he did not know what this Buddha Gathering was, since it bore the word "Buddha," it surely had something to do with Great Virtue Temple. Naturally, he did not reject their definition of his identity.
There were six cultivators accompanying the caravan in total: three Yuan Feed cultivators and three False Food cultivators.
Although Yang An's cultivation had been suppressed, his perception was not restricted in the slightest. These were all low-level cultivators, so he saw through them at a glance.
Perhaps because Yang An's cultivation also seemed very low to them, only at the mid-stage of False Food and incapable of stirring up any waves, their vigilance toward him had lessened somewhat.
"If you wish to travel with us, benefactor, you will still need to ask the caravan's master. We cannot make that decision."
The cultivator who had spoken said this to Yang An, then looked toward an old man being protected behind them.
He could not exactly be called an old man. His face looked rather aged, but judging from his build, he was in the prime of life.
"If Immortal Elder can lend us protection along the way, we could not ask for more."
Seeing that none of the cultivators had any objections to Yang An, the caravan master promptly spoke.
"Of course."
Seeing the other party agree, Yang An immediately responded. At the