Daojun

"Master, aren't you old acquaintances with that Senior Chen? Since we're here, shouldn't we go see him?!"

The girl was exceptionally clever as well. Having heard her master say so much, she immediately grasped the state of his mind with precision.

For a Primordial Spirit True Immortal like her master, who had transcended lowly pleasures, wine, women, wealth, and power were all hollow things. Aside from the Great Dao, the only thing that could probably interest him was "meeting an old friend in a foreign land."

Occasionally catching up with old friends from years past, drinking at the graves of former enemies, and sighing over a few memories—those were the sorts of things lofty figures enjoyed doing.

"Fine, so be it!"

"Then let's go see him!"

Sun Baiyan said with a smile, growing ever more satisfied with this young disciple of his.

Compared to this young disciple, his own dull-witted eldest disciple—good thing his temper was decent. Had it been someone else, they would probably have expelled that fool from the sect long ago.

If his eldest disciple had been here, he would probably only have stood there with a face full of shock, feeling that the human world was unexpectedly so perilous. Then that would have been that. He simply would not have caught the point.

Did he say all that just to give you a shock?

Sun Baiyan flicked his sleeve. Sword-light wrapped around himself and his young disciple as they prepared to enter the city.

But when they were only halfway there, a terrifying aura suddenly emerged from within the city, seemingly out of nowhere. It was incomparably ethereal; not only would ordinary people fail to notice it, even typical Primordial Spirit True Immortals might not be able to sense it.

But he belonged to the Earth