"Who are you? What are you doing here?" The gaunt old man froze inwardly at the pair's strange attire, then demanded coldly. His heart was pounding like a drum, however. Though the cultivator dressed as an old farmer looked unremarkable, the aura he radiated was far more powerful than his own. Could he actually be at the late Golden Core stage?
The other three looked shocked as well. All three were at the Early Golden Core Stage, while the gaunt old man was only at the middle Golden Core stage. If they really came to blows, they might not be a match for this cultivator. Still, his aura brimmed with noble righteousness, so he clearly did not practice a Demonic Cultivation Method. That reassured them somewhat.
"Ah, fellow Daoist, you've misunderstood!" The cultivator dressed as an old farmer repeatedly cupped his hands in greeting. "I am Zhang Cai, a cultivator from Heavenly Capital Peak of the Heavenly Dao Sect. This is my martial nephew, Dong Santong. Greetings to you all!"
"You're Zhang Cai?" The gaunt old man's expression changed. He might not have recognized another name, but Zhang Cai's was simply too memorable. Almost any cultivator who had spent even a few days traveling through the Liang Kingdom's Cultivation World knew that Heavenly Venerable Daoling, one of the Heavenly Dao Sect's Three Immortals of the Heavenly Dao, had a disciple named Zhang Cai, one of the foremost Formation Masters in the Liang Kingdom.
"Haha, that's me!" Zhang Cai's thoroughly rustic appearance was rather comical, but in the Cultivation World, where strength reigned supreme, none of them dared laugh.
With a series of swishes, their flight lights flashed, and they landed before Zhang Cai, greeting him and eagerly seeking to establish ties. Though these cultivators did not belong to the Twelve