The crowds dispersed from the square, and the clamor gradually faded.
Zhao Hai looked at the three men and one woman before him, raising an eyebrow slightly.
The female immortal at their head wore courtly robes and possessed an ethereal bearing. There was not a trace of arrogance about her; instead, she exuded an indescribable air of transcendence.
"Fellow Daoist, we mean you no harm."
Her crimson lips parted, and her clear voice rang like pearls falling onto a jade plate. "I am Lan Shu, and these three are my companions. There are too many eyes and ears here. Might we speak somewhere else?"
Zhao Hai swept his divine sense over them.
The female immortal before him was at the late stage of true immortal cultivation, her aura concentrated and enduring. The other three were at the middle stage.
Most importantly, he sensed not the slightest hostility from any of them.
"Certainly." Zhao Hai nodded.
Though he did not know why the four had sought him out, another friend meant another road open to him, especially in this unfamiliar Immortal Realm.
A quarter of an hour later, they were in an elegant private room in a teahouse within Hundred-Creation Immortal City.
Lan Shu waved her fair hand, and a pale blue barrier of water silently rose, shutting out every sound and prying gaze from outside.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao, we have come to recruit you."
Lan Shu wasted no time beating around the bush. Her gaze settled on Zhao Hai's face as she came straight to the point. "We know you have only just ascended from the lower realm."
Zhao Hai's hand paused slightly as he lifted his teacup, but his heart remained calm.
He had made no effort to conceal that he was an ascender. Since these people had