Daoist Tradition

Wang Ye ran along this road for several hours, but aside from ghosts, the Wasteland was utterly empty.

Wang Ye was almost desperate.

Just as he began doubting himself over and over, thinking he had made the wrong bet, he vaguely seemed to spot two furtive figures ahead.

Wang Ye abruptly stopped, concealed his presence, and gradually slowed down, his eyes filled with wild joy.

He had actually found them!

Those two moved slowly, hiding their tracks and sneaking about the entire way. Though Wang Ye had set out half an hour later, he had finally caught up.

Of course, Wang Ye was not moving particularly fast either. He had to make sure he could keep up with them, and going all out would inevitably leak energy fluctuations. This created a rather strange scene.

Amid the ghost-infested Wasteland.

Two bald men crept forward in secret, doing their best to avoid every ghost.

Behind them, Wang Ye's movements and posture were almost identical, maintaining neither too close nor too distant a gap.

He had not expected to actually get the chance to play the oriole today.

He was destined to get a share of the spoils!

Wang Ye suppressed the joy in his heart and concealed himself even more thoroughly, even avoiding looking directly at the two of them.

At their level, prolonged staring would definitely be noticed.

The instincts of people like them were terrifying.

"The unease in my heart has grown stronger again."

The old monk slowed his steps slightly and looked cautiously at Maitreya.

Maitreya nodded silently. "I feel the same way."

"Just how confident are you?"

Seeing that Maitreya was also full of worry, the old monk came to a complete stop. His scrutinizing gaze swept repeatedly over Maitreya. For some reason, the more he looked at