"Are we going to war?"
Xiao Hongzhuan's sudden question sounded a little idiotic.
There was no truly peaceful place in this era.
One could say that wars were raging everywhere, with powder kegs all around. The people dissatisfied with this world were not limited to the newly risen martial artists' faction. The only difference was whether the conflict would be large or small, and whether the powder kegs could be ignited.
Lan Yi gave the order.
He summoned the Daoist youths who had only just finished a few days of training.
Clearly, he intended to temper this batch of Daoist Arts talents on the battlefield. Merely fiddling with Daoist Arts materials in a laboratory and studying Daoist Scriptures would never be enough to become a qualified Enfeoffed Daoist.
Enfeoffed Daoists were a crucial part of Lan Yi's blueprint. Without them, the future of this world might suffer the rigid stagnation seen in certain Artificial Divine Realms.
Xiao Hongzhuan's brows furrowed, and he turned to leave.
"I want to see the big shot."
"..."
Zhao Sikong instinctively wanted to stop him, but then paused.
No matter how useless Xiao Xiaoxian was, he was still an immortal, and he came from the Upper Realm just like Immortal Master Lan Yi. Immortal Master Lan Yi was actually quite happy whenever Xiao Xiaoxian went to chat with him. Why risk displeasing the little immortal over these Daoist youths?
After nearly a week of spending time together,
the impression Xiao Hongzhuan had left on the martial artists was that although he spouted nonsense, he was a good person and never hesitated to lend his strength for a simple good deed. Most importantly, he was very human, with emotions written plainly across his face. Unlike Immortal Master Lan Yi—not that Immortal Master Lan Yi was bad,