"That fellow Daoist Mo?"
At the turn of a thought, Zhang Yu recalled that the report submitted earlier had mentioned this man. He had apparently appeared in that cave yesterday as well, and most of those evil cultivators had likely been slain by him.
Afterward, this man had supposedly gone after the fleeing evil cultivators. Now that he had come to their door, it might well be connected to this matter.
He said, "Invite Fellow Daoist Mo in to speak."
The reporting disciple obeyed and departed.
Shortly after, a white-robed Daoist entered from outside. His body shone with pure, clear light, untouched by the slightest speck of dust. A long sword was strapped to his back, its black-and-red tassels drifting continuously.
When he saw Zhang Yu, surprise appeared on his face. Then his expression turned solemn, and he made a Daoist salute. "I am Mo Guangchen of the Mystic Profound Realm. Greetings, Fellow Daoist Zhang."
Zhang Yu raised his sleeve in return. "Greetings, Fellow Daoist Mo."
Mo Guangchen lowered his hands and suddenly said, "Forgive my presumption, but from what I observe, Zhang Xuanzheng's aura is pure and enduring. You do not seem to be a profound cultivator, but rather one of us true cultivators."
Zhang Yu could sense that the words had come naturally to him, without any intention of looking down on profound cultivators. Yet when he mentioned profound cultivators, he instinctively carried an air of looking down from above. Clearly, he believed in his heart that profound cultivation was inferior to true cultivation.
This was not strange. Most true cultivators thought this way. Their positions differed, and so did their perspectives on things. It was a prejudice rooted in their hearts, not something that could be argued away. Thus, he merely said calmly, "In cultivation of the