"So that was it. Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for clearing up my confusion." Bai Xinghan laughed awkwardly. In truth, he had not understood a thing. Better to watch first; they simply knew far too little about the Cultivation World of this Great World.
Three hours later, it was finally their turn.
The Immortal Puppet looked at Bai Xinghan and the others in surprise, then secretly transmitted, "No Spiritual Root manifestation, yet Spiritual Qi fills their bodies. Their immortal path realm cannot be precisely assessed!"
Whoosh~
A whistling sound came from the air as an Eight-Meridian Flood Dragon several hundred zhang long slowly approached. The emblem of the Leaving Dust Immortal Hall was even displayed upon its body, making its identity easy to recognize.
"Greetings, Sea-Quelling Envoy."
"Greetings, Sea-Quelling Envoy."
Across the plaza, Immortal Hall cultivators from every direction cupped their hands in salute. The Eight-Vein Flood Dragon Clan could now be said to have turned its fortunes around; its status was no longer what it had once been.
Bai Xinghan and the others froze for a moment, then followed suit and cupped their hands, looking every bit like honest, well-behaved men.
The Sea-Quelling Envoy nodded and said in a resonant voice, "Continue. I shall oversee this place today."
After speaking, he glanced at the Immortal Puppet who had transmitted earlier and nodded to him, signaling that there was no need for concern. Since they were cultivators, there was no need to fuss over whether they possessed Spiritual Roots.
Understanding dawned in the Immortal Puppet's eyes. It seemed their identities posed no problem, so there was no need for further investigation.
He formed hand seals with both palms, and a cyan gate of light dozens of zhang tall appeared before Bai Xinghan and the others in an instant. He explained coldly,