Lin Heng changed into black clothes and suppressed his aura to around the peak of Golden Core, mingling at the very back of one group.
Someone noticed him, but seeing that his cultivation was ordinary and that his clothes were more or less like those worn by the Peng Clan's people, they did not take him too seriously.
Now that the five great immortal clans had gathered, the Qi, Peng, and Long clans of Wilderness Town had turned this place into an arena not merely to determine who was superior and who was inferior.
It was also to decide who would be the first to head south and scout the Great Wall Dao Palace.
The Nine Dust Alliance and the Heavenly Mystery Imperial Office, everyone gathered in one place; no one wanted to be the bird that stuck its head out at a crucial moment like this.
In short, among the three clans, one junior was bound to be the most hopeless. When the time came, they would not get much good stuff, and they would still have to be the first bird to stick its head out.
They would lose both face and substance.
Standing at the very back, Lin Heng looked the distant juniors up and down. Their ages were not much different from his, but their realms differed by far too much.
All three were cultivators of the Nascent Soul Realm.
In terms of strength and talent, they were only at the level of Little Chili, First Senior Sister, and the others. They could not be considered some peerless geniuses.
Lin Heng sidled up beside the two men in front and said, "Fellow Daoists, who is fighting whom right now?"
The two Middle-aged Men, one tall and one short, turned back with surprised faces.
After discovering Lin