A figure had appeared on the street at some unknown moment.
The man wore a Daoist robe, his hair bound beneath a crown, a fly-whisk in hand. With a faint smile on his face, he walked toward Ye Tian.
Ye Tian was not surprised to see him. This man was likely the True Immortal in the very center of Wind Sand City. Noticing Ye Tian's gaze, he leisurely cupped his hands in greeting.
"Fellow Daoist came from north of Wind Sand City. Could it be that you are from a reclusive lineage entering the world?" the man asked.
"Indeed. My lineage has lived in seclusion for generations, but it has now withered away until only I remain. For my own sake and for the continuation of my lineage's inheritance, I had to come out and seek thought and change," Ye Tian replied with a return salute, then casually made up the story.
Reclusive lineages had always been a chaotic, tangled mess. Ye Tian believed that even a True Immortal could not possibly possess detailed knowledge of every reclusive lineage hidden within the sandy lands. If he spoke nonsense offhandedly, this man would have no way to distinguish truth from falsehood.
Ye Tian was also finding himself a background. Claiming to have come from a reclusive lineage was better than saying he had shattered the World Barrier and been exiled here.
The Daoist neither confirmed nor denied it, nor did he refute Ye Tian's words. He merely smiled faintly and sized Ye Tian up a few times.
"I am Xu Zhao, Prefect of the Supervision Prefecture here, responsible for all affairs in Wind Sand City. Fellow Daoist, did you enter the city for the Sect Assembly three days from now?"
After glancing at Ye Tian, Xu Zhao, who had introduced himself