The more the two of them thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.
They had noticed Wang Shi back when everyone first fought over seats in the Purple Firmament Palace.
He had actually given such a fine seat to someone else.
And to a member of the Witch Clan, no less. They had no souls and could not cultivate in the first place, so what use was listening to a discourse on the Dao?
Yet he had given it away anyway, which was anything but ordinary.
At the time, however, they had merely thought Wang Shi was rather foolish, handing someone else a benefit already within his grasp.
Afterward, they had gone through several other incidents and dealt with Wang Shi many times, never once getting the better of him.
Given their methods, that was simply inconceivable.
Throughout all their years of cultivation, Wang Shi was the only person who had left them utterly outmatched.
When they considered Wang Shi's usual actions,
there really was a hint of knowing the future before it happened.
"Should we go ask him for guidance?"
Daoist Zhunti hesitated, mainly because he could not swallow his pride.
Although neither of them could defeat him, their cultivation was still higher than his. By rights, they should have been the ones guiding him.
But although that was what they thought, what they said was another matter entirely.
In the end, they quietly made their way to Wang Shi's residence.
With practiced ease, the two knocked on the door to Wang Shi's room.
"Are you there, Fellow Daoist Stone Spirit?"
Wang Shi opened the door.
He stepped outside.
"What brings you here, fellow Daoists? If there's nothing, I'll be returning to seclusion."
The two were rather nervous, unsure how to begin.
Were they supposed to say, "Please,