Wild Demon, Household Slave

After the exchange, everyone present looked pleased, with no objections whatsoever. It was quite a picture of harmony between host and guests.

"Since that is so, we shall take our leave first."

One immortal spoke up. "In three days, we shall meet again aboard the Dragon Maiden Flower Boat, fellow Daoists."

After cupping his hands toward Protector Bai in salute, Fang Shu followed the others out of the inn, which looked rundown on the outside but held an entirely different world within.

Once all four had left, Protector Bai, who had worn a smile on her face, silently watched the doorway. Her smile faded, replaced by indifference—and even a hint of mockery.

She shook her head and sighed softly.

"Between wolves and hounds, cattle and sheep, is there truly any difference in who is noble and who is lowly...?"

The look in her eyes shifted, utterly unlike the considerate and amiable hostess she had been moments ago.

Everything she had said earlier had been true, and she had laid out both the advantages and disadvantages of the Foundation Establishment method in her possession. Yet in truth, she had still concealed certain things—or rather, guided them away from considering certain aspects.

One had to know that in these inland regions, although Foundation Establishment immortals were confined to a single place, they enjoyed the protection of various immortal sects and Daoist schools, with blessed lands as their foundation. So long as the blessed land remained unbroken and the mountain gate endured, Foundation Establishment immortals would find it exceedingly difficult to die.

But in frontier regions such as the Vast Sea Desert, Foundation Establishment immortals might enjoy greater freedom, yet once someone set their sights on them, their lives became uncertain.

Especially for the wandering Foundation Establishment immortals of the Vast Sea Desert—once