The eighteen hundred volumes of Daoist scriptures had indeed been immensely useful.
On the day the True Mystery Sect disciples descended the mountain, Luo Wentian led the True Disciples all the way to the outskirts of True Martial City to see them off, reluctant to part.
"Daoist Luo, this is far enough. Come visit our True Mystery Sect someday, and we'll receive you properly."
The Daoist surnamed Ye from the True Mystery Sect felt the warmth of the True Martial Sect disciples, and a smile blossomed across his face.
Luo Wentian laughed. "Certainly! I have long heard of the True Mystery Sect's great name. I will surely come pay a visit in the future!"
Over the past few days, the disciples of the two sects had discussed the Dao and sparred, all gaining something from it. They had formed favorable impressions of one another. The True Mystery Sect disciples were not arrogant either; they did not look down on the True Martial Sect simply because they ranked fifth among the Daoist Sects.
"Until we meet again!"
The Daoist surnamed Ye smiled and waved.
When he turned around, his face immediately darkened.
In the distance, an old man and a youth had their arms around each other's shoulders. More accurately, the old Daoist was clinging to the young Daoist, whispering who knew what.
"Martial Uncle Baishan!"
The veins at the Daoist surnamed Ye's temples throbbed as he raised his voice. His face burned hot. He did not need to think to know that his martial uncle was swindling someone again. He had heard those same lines so often his ears had grown calluses.
Old Daoist Baishan impatiently waved a hand, then shamelessly grinned at Ning Qi.
"Little Ning Qi, you must come to Dao Province for a visit sometime. Within three