Sensing the old Ghost Cultivator's hostility, Dao Thirteen flashed forward and blocked Lu Ye, his gaze grim and his aura poised to erupt.
The old Ghost Cultivator halted, slightly taken aback.
"They are not Blood Slaves." The elderly Sword Cultivator called Jian Guhong slowly opened his eyes and spoke.
"How can you tell?" The old Ghost Cultivator tilted his head toward him.
Jian Guhong's gaze was sharp as a sword as he looked at Dao Thirteen standing before Lu Ye. "This man should be a Dao Soldier!"
"A Dao Soldier?" Everyone was startled and examined him carefully.
After a moment, the female Spell Cultivator nodded slightly. "I was wondering why he felt so strange. So he's a Dao Soldier. Your eyes truly blaze like torches, Elder—you saw through him at a glance."
The old Ghost Cultivator was astonished. "How could the Blood Refining World have a Dao Soldier?" He looked at Lu Ye. "Boy, did you refine this Dao Soldier?"
Dao Thirteen had personally told Lu Ye that he was a Dao Soldier, but Lu Ye truly had no idea what a Dao Soldier actually was.
When he had first heard the term, he had assumed it was some creation of an Artificer, like his master's Clone, Xiao Die.
But Dao Thirteen was not an Artificer creation. He was a living, breathing person.
"No." Lu Ye honestly shook his head.
"Then why does he follow you? And why is he so loyal to you?" The old Ghost Cultivator clearly did not quite believe him.
Ordinarily, Dao Soldiers obeyed only their masters without question and were unwaveringly loyal. Yet this matter was indeed strange, and he did not believe that Lu Ye, a True Lake Realm cultivator, could refine a Dao Soldier like Dao Thirteen.
"Perhaps we simply share the same