Dusk settled.
The wind swept past.
Half of the towering Red-Haired Ghost Saint's face was shrouded in shadow.
The Dao Lord's question also drew everyone's attention.
Although Cui Jianlu had long pointed out that this man came from the Daoist sects,
there were far too many branches within the Daoist sects. There were quite a few main lineages alone, let alone the sub-branches beneath them.
If such a person truly existed, others might not know his background, but Qi Hua, as a cultivator of the Taiyi Sect, could not possibly be ignorant of it.
Though his strength was weak, he had still come from a major Daoist sect. His knowledge would not be lacking.
They looked toward the Red-Haired Great Saint as if in anticipation.
Cui Jianlu narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint smile always lingering at the corners of his mouth.
He could not pry out the other party's origins, but could the Shangqing Dao Lord not do so?
As long as the other party was a Daoist cultivator, there would surely be some slip under the Dao Lord's pressure.
At the very least, he would have to state plainly which sect and school he came from.
Unlike Qi Hua and Cui Jianlu, everyone else was even more curious which faction this Saint Lord-level cultivator, who could contend with Cui Jianlu, belonged to.
Was he some peerless prodigy secretly nurtured by a sect?
"He should speak now, shouldn't he?" Lord Yan said with a smile as he watched the shifting scene within the cup.
He did not believe anyone could withstand such immense pressure.
Whether one was a prodigy or not, whether one's mind was strong or not, when questioned by a senior Dao Lord who also belonged to the Daoist sects, anyone would hurriedly reveal their background.
That