The Silent Daoist Returns to the Sect

Not far from the Ask Dao Sect, two furtive figures approached the Ask Dao Sect.

"Big Brother, can I enter the Ask Dao Sect even though I'm from the Demon Race?" Clan Leader Jin's brows were furrowed, and he looked deeply worried.

The Silent Daoist stroked his beard and pondered for a moment. "Our sect has always treated everyone equally, without distinguishing between the Demon Race and the human race. But as for Ancestor Hanhai, I can't say. Maybe the old man simply doesn't like demons."

"How about this? You hide here. I'll go over first and scout the way."

"Big Brother, be careful."

"Don't worry. In all my years roaming the martial world, when have I ever run into trouble?"

The Silent Daoist was dressed differently from his usual slovenly self. He now wore a clean, elegant Daoist robe, his hair was neatly tied up, and several sparse whiskers fluttered lightly in the wind.

The Silent Daoist strode toward the mountain gate with steady, unhurried steps.

Before long, under Clan Leader Jin's watchful gaze, the visiting great sects discovered the Silent Daoist's whereabouts. The various great sects poured out of the Ask Dao Sect all at once, shouting as they chased the Silent Daoist.

The Silent Daoist fled in a sorry state, nearly being caught several times.

Clan Leader Jin trembled at the sight. He felt that human cultivators were even more savage than the Demon Race. At the same time as fear welled up in him, he couldn't help feeling touched. Using himself as bait to lure out danger and keep him safe—this Big Brother had truly been worth acknowledging.

"Big Brother is really loyal."

"I'll mention it to Little Ancestor when we get back and see whether our two sides can form an alliance. With Dao Lord