The sanitation worker before us was clearly no ordinary person.
Even Master, who had weathered countless storms, sounded nervous when he asked that question.
Black Mother's reputation was simply too great.
The four of us widened our eyes as well, staring fixedly at the sanitation worker driving the vehicle.
She continued to drive the electric tricycle steadily. Through the rearview mirror, we could see her kindly smile.
"You don't need to call me Black Mother. Calling me Sister Guo is fine too."
Her tone was gentle and calm.
Yet when the five of us heard those words, our hearts skipped a beat.
It was as though a bolt of lightning had exploded over our heads.
Her words clearly amounted to an admission that she was Black Mother.
She was the Northeast's Immortal Protector, the supreme leader of the Northeast immortals.
Master sucked in a breath and was the first to exclaim in surprise, "B-Black Mother! I never expected it to be you, Elder. This junior carelessly shook ash around before and even made you clean it up. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"
Even while crouching in the cargo bed, Master hurriedly formed a hand seal according to Daoist etiquette and performed a forehead bow.
The reason he performed such a formal salute was mainly because Black Mother was no ordinary wild immortal.
She possessed a dharma body and had been appointed by Patriarch Guo as an "Immortal Protector."
She was publicly recognized as a senior figure within our lineage.
No matter what sect or school the four of us juniors came from, we were all juniors—mere junior disciples—in Black Mother's presence, even if she was not human.
But in our Daoist lineage, once one entered the gate and cultivated Daoist arts, one was a fellow practitioner and Daoist friend. There