One day.
At last, no more spoiled young masters came swaggering over to flaunt their pedigrees. A middle-aged scholar in a long robe arrived at the little courtyard.
Perhaps he had come to warn Bai Yujun, this stranger, or perhaps to probe the depths of her cultivation and determine whether a Golden Core Cultivator was putting on a show here as a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. A gifted prodigy at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm could also use the Sword Control Technique; those who did not understand could not see the difference.
After meeting her, the Golden Core Cultivator concluded that the Mysterious Person possessed Golden Core cultivation.
"Where do you come from, Fellow Daoist?"
It was a question meant to probe the other party's origins and background, nothing more than a contest to see whose sect standing behind them was tougher.
If one's sect was strong, one could stand high above and trample the other beneath one's feet. Otherwise, one had better tuck one's tail between one's legs. Anyone with even a little backing loved to open with, "Where do you come from, Fellow Daoist?" Digging to the roots and comparing patrons, sects were not all that different from gangs by nature.
"From where I came."
The dragon did not even raise her head, casually tossing out a reply. She truly had no interest in wasting words.
"..."
The profound answer left him bewildered. Only after pondering it carefully did he realize the abstruse artistic conception hidden within. Though he could not see her exact realm or cultivation method, she was undoubtedly a Golden Core Cultivator. That made things difficult.
"Why are you helping the son of a criminal, Fellow Daoist? Sometimes, preserving one's own wisdom by staying out of trouble is the more rational choice."
"Because I