The Taoist, too, possessed the terrifying cultivation of having one foot in the Tribulation Transcendence stage.
For the top sects of the Central Divine Continent, whether or not they had a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator presiding over them was a dividing line.
And this Taoist in crimson robes was willing to explain the methods of cultivation here.
Naturally, the refugees listened with rapt attention. To them, this was a rare opportunity.
Tang Yu and Three Burials did not go over to disturb him, instead standing silently at a distance and listening.
Only after the crimson-robed Taoist had finished speaking did the refugees repeatedly bow in thanks before sitting down to meditate on what they had learned that day.
The crimson-robed Taoist smiled faintly, then rode a crimson cloud over to Tang Yu and the other man with a grin.
"Have you two fellow cultivators been waiting long? Are you here to fight or to discuss something? If it's a fight, let's change locations."
"This humble monk is Three Burials. Those who have left the secular world do not care for killing and fighting, so it would be better to discuss matters."
Three Burials pressed his palms together.
Tang Yu took out the Northern Pacification Commission's token. "I am Tang Yu, a Thousand-Household Commander of the Northern Pacification Commission. I have come to invite you, Daoist, to serve the court."
"Hm? Serve the court?"
The crimson-robed Taoist sneered. "This poor Taoist, Zhang Jiao, has no wish to serve the court. I only wish to ask Great Cloud to die."
"Why?"
"Why can't I ask Great Cloud to die? If Great Cloud does not die, then should they die?"
Zhang Jiao pointed at the refugees below.
Among the refugees below, the highest cultivation was merely at the Golden Core stage.
They had long