The Daoist women sat in tiered rows, their expressions solemn and serene. Several apricot-yellow cushions lay in the middle.
Su Che had no idea what True Person Puxiang, a renowned Earth Immortal of Mysterious Capital Palace, was competing over with Inexhaustible Light Buddha. For mighty cultivators like them, the Great Dao had long since become simplicity itself, and their divine powers were beyond imagination.
Beyond imagination, beyond description. All Su Che could do was find a cushion with Xue Baizhi and sit quietly.
"May I ask if you're Junior Brother Su of the Yellow Heaven Sect?"
They had only just sat down when a voice drifted over from behind Su Che. He turned and saw a young Daoist in a blue-green robe. A hint of indolence showed in his eyes as he carefully settled onto a cushion beside him.
"Ji Boyuan, of the Divine Firmament Sect."
The young Daoist was not tall, and his face bore a modest expression as he took his seat beside Su Che.
"So it's Senior Brother Ji of the Divine Firmament Sect. I'm Su Che of the Yellow Heaven Sect..."
"Come now, we're all family. Our two sects have been close enough to share a pair of trousers since our founding patriarchs' day. We all bow to the same granddaddy, so we ought to get to know each other better."
Bow to the same granddaddy? Su Che had heard that expression before. It was underworld slang from the Eastern Sea. With so many cultivators there, factions and feuds were inevitable. Many formed gang-like groups to gain strength in numbers.
Those in the same group called it "bowing to the same granddaddy."
"You and I are both disciples of the Mystic Gate. We both revere the Supreme Dao Ancestor, so of course we bow to the