I was the first to spot the three of them.
At the sight of them, I hurriedly raised my hand to stop Uncle Yu and Zhang Yuchen.
"Careful!"
As I spoke, I immediately crouched down.
Uncle Yu and Zhang Yuchen quickly crouched as well.
Zhang Yuchen narrowed his eyes. The moon was especially bright tonight, so we could see them clearly.
The Yin-Yang diagrams on their backs and their hair tied up made it obvious they were Taoists, but I had never seen the style of Taoist robes they wore.
In this kind of environment, coming across fellow practitioners I didn't know was not a good thing.
We had to be cautious...
"Daoists? There are Taoists in a place like this?"
Zhang Yuchen spoke in a lowered voice.
Uncle Yu narrowed his eyes and studied them for a few moments before speaking.
"Judging by their attire, they seem to be from Toad Palace."
"Toad Palace?"
The moment I heard "Toad Palace," I thought of Bai Yuchan, one of the Five Patriarchs of the Southern Sect.
It was a highly renowned orthodox Taoist lineage on South Island, righteous and flourishing.
I still remembered one line from a poem he had written, one with a particularly profound mood:
If a man is not burdened by form, the Great Luo Heaven lies before his eyes.
"Uncle Yu, Toad Palace is part of the Southern Sect's orthodox lineage!"
Uncle Yu nodded.
"That's right. Their Toad Patriarch once said: 'Those who practice the Dharma steal the workings of Heaven and Earth, exhaust the principles of ghosts and gods, assist the nation and bring peace to the people, save the living and deliver the dead.'
"The disciples who leave Toad Palace are all influenced by this, so they are greatly respected around here..."
"Damn, isn't that