A short while later.
Inside an Antique Pavilion steeped in old-world charm.
Qin Hao stepped forward, cleaving through space to appear outside the Antique Pavilion.
Four people were seated inside the Antique Pavilion.
Aside from the scar-faced man, Xuan Seventy-One, and Cool and Aloof Woman, Xuan Sixteen, there were two other men.
One cradled a blood-red great saber, his expression haughty and his bearing domineering.
His code name in the Kindling Realm was Xuan Thirty-Two, and his ranking was only four places above Qin Hao's.
The other wore white robes and had a pale complexion that looked almost sickly. A cold, sinister aura radiated from him. When he noticed Qin Hao arriving, a smile appeared on his pale face, and he nodded to Qin Hao.
"Xuan Fifty-Two."
Qin Hao nodded in return.
This pale-faced man was Xuan Fifty-Two.
Xuan Seventy-One, Xuan Sixteen, Xuan Thirty-Two, and Xuan Fifty-Two were very close. Qin Hao had met Xuan Seventy-One and Xuan Sixteen soon after arriving in the Kindling Realm.
It was through Xuan Seventy-One that Qin Hao had come to know Xuan Fifty-Two and Xuan Thirty-Two.
As for the other Daoist Seeds...
They were all busy cultivating, and the Kindling Realm did not encourage them to become too familiar with one another. Thus, Qin Hao did not know the others; he only nodded in greeting when he occasionally saw them.
Only these four before him...
Could, in a sense, be considered true friends.
"Little brother Thirty-Six, before I met you, I always thought little sister Sixteen was a cultivation maniac. Only now do I know that the real cultivation maniac is you."
The scar-faced Xuan Seventy-One looked at Qin Hao and sighed. "You've only been in the Kindling Realm for three epochs. Throughout those three epochs, you've either been cultivating at Kindling Flame