White Cloud Sect: Strange People, Strange Events

As for the distinguished guest the sect had received yesterday, who that person was was not something people of their standing could hope to inquire into.

The only reason they were curious now was that the commotion in the temple yesterday had been far too great. A word from above, and those below ran their legs off.

The dining hall had been even busier. Not only had they cooked fine spirit beast meat until spiritual energy overflowed and the aroma was mouthwatering, but jars upon jars of fine wine glowing with Spiritual Resonance had been set out, their fragrance assailing the nose.

All those trivial comings and goings naturally required manpower. Once people started moving, even lowly sect servant boys like them learned that the mountain master had been entertaining a distinguished guest yesterday.

But who the guest was, where they had come from, and how many of them there were—

Even if someone knew, the news would not reach their ears within a single day.

At the end of the day, although the sect did not have many people, everyone had their own circles.

The boys who cultivated and entered the Dao naturally formed one circle, while those who had not cultivated and entered the Dao belonged to another.

Even within the Taoist temple, after the disciples who cultivated the Dao finished their morning meditation, that curiosity still showed on their faces.

Still, though they were curious, they could restrain themselves.

After all, that was a distinguished guest their temple's mountain master was receiving. If they offended the guest, ruining their impression in the mountain master's eyes would be the lesser matter. Losing their lives would be the real disaster.

"I think I saw that distinguished guest yesterday. He looked so young. I wonder which sect he came from?"