After the three of us stopped, it wasn't long before the dozen or so selected elites arrived before us one after another. The first to come was a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed entirely in pure blue. He looked to have the strongest cultivation, and a Dao sword was strapped to his back—a typical Daoist appearance.
I deliberately investigated his aura. To my surprise, it was extremely close to the aura of the place we were currently in, yet completely different from the auras we gave off. Clearly, they weren't using true immortal energy, but another kind of aura!
Besides the middle-aged Daoist in the pure-blue robe, there were two fellow Daoists from his sect beside him. The other three groups wore clothes of different styles and colors. Overall, their outfits somewhat resembled simplified, modified versions of classical attire.
"Where did you come from, and where are you headed?" The middle-aged Daoist spoke in our language rather than the language of the Witch Clan from earlier.
He also looked Li Poxiao and me up and down before finally turning his gaze to Qingcheng Ruoxue. Perhaps Qingcheng Ruoxue's Dao power far surpassed ours, or perhaps her appearance was simply the most striking.
Compared with Li Poxiao, my appearance was the least remarkable. After undergoing a Dao-body transformation back then, Li Poxiao had already grown far removed from Zhang Yidan's overall appearance. He had a head of flowing white hair, and his eyes blazed with spirit, sharpness radiating from him.
In this lawless wilderness, however, that wasn't a good thing. The spear struck the bird that stuck its head out, and being handsome could sometimes be a sin in itself. By comparison, my inconspicuousness was a form of camouflage.
Of course, Qingcheng Ruoxue's situation was much more precarious. If she wasn't