Wucheng.
As the granary for Western Qi's three hundred thousand troops, this place naturally gathered high-level combatants.
One Martial Saint, two Mortal Transformation Martial Artists, two Qi Refining Late Stage cultivators, and finally, a True Force Realm martial artist—Zou Hu.
A true existence Above Martial Saint!
Even in the Cultivation World, a True Force Realm martial artist would be treated as an honored guest by any sect or family.
It was the hour of Mao.
The sky had only just begun to brighten.
Martial Saint Mo Xuepeng had risen early and come atop the city wall to inspect the defenses when he saw a female cultivator floating in the air, seated cross-legged upon a flying sword, her immortal aura lofty and serene.
She had also just finished meditating and drifted lightly to the ground.
"Greetings, Immortal Aunt Lan."
Mo Xuepeng cupped his fists in salute. "Were you cultivating just now, Immortal Aunt?"
"There is no spiritual energy in the Eastern Continent. What cultivation could there be? I was merely sitting quietly to nourish my spirit."
Immortal Aunt Lan replied coldly.
"I see."
Mo Xuepeng nodded thoughtfully, then said, "Immortal Aunt, about my child..."
"Your child's aptitude is mediocre."
Immortal Aunt Lan's voice was indifferent. She did not even glance at him as she spoke. "To Falling Leaf Valley, he is neither here nor there."
"Doesn't that depend on whether Immortal Aunt is willing to lend a hand?"
Mo Xuepeng said with an ingratiating smile, "My child may not be good at anything else, but he has one greatest virtue: filial piety. If Immortal Aunt is willing to take him as a disciple, my child—no, our entire family—will surely repay Immortal Aunt in the future!"
Perhaps she had already been inclined to agree, or perhaps she simply found him too noisy.