But the Old Beggar's gaze narrowed slightly. A wisp of dense earth-vein energy flowed silently across his palm, as if he had seen through something.
A Dao Medicine Body... This wooden cart—well, well!
That person had actually set his sights on me...
He chuckled in disbelief. It seemed the karma that brat had become entangled in had passed on to him. Looking at it that way, they really did have some history.
The Old Beggar looked toward the magnificent Jade Bamboo Mountains, a meaningful glint in his eyes. He wasn't all that surprised.
If that person hadn't noticed him, that would have been what truly surprised him. It would have been laughable.
Their Nameless Sect lay near the Primordial River in the Desolate Heaven Domain. No matter how the Heavenly Domain expanded or how far its territorial earth veins spread, the sect would always appear on the banks of the Primordial River.
It was just that the Five-Elements Dao Ancestor seemed to have quite an appetite these days. He wanted to claim all the unowned territory created by the expansion of the Azure Firmament Forest Sea—an appetite even bigger than that of the Longevity Clan.
He didn't seem to have any plans to build a domain of his own, either. After all, the Immortal Dao was severed, and the myriad races' Peak Immortals held them in check. No one could cultivate to become a Six-Tribulation Immortal capable of nurturing a world of their own.
In the end, they had met amid the fated destiny of the Immortal Dao.
The Old Beggar looked at the bashful Little Wuhen and nodded with a smile. "That's right. Your family and I do have some history. What's your name?"
Not far away.
Little Wuhen scrambled out of the cart and hurriedly bowed. "Immortal, my