Nearly two hundred people had not studied the Daoist Scriptures.
Among them, female cultivators made up the majority. Everyone quickly stated their identities and the sects they came from, and even mentioned the spells they specialized in.
Wang Quan listened carefully, committing each detail to memory.
What surprised him was this:
Most of these cultivators came from unorthodox schools; only a dozen or so came from the left-hand paths.
Meanwhile, most of those who had gone into the tent to study the Daoist Scriptures were left-hand-path cultivators.
After Wang Quan and the dozen other left-hand-path cultivators gave their identities and names, many cultivators were rather surprised.
At that moment, one cultivator said solemnly, "Everyone, we all know something of the dangers of the Far Western Land."
"Personally, I still hope that once we enter, we can keep in close contact and form a small group to help one another."
"Perhaps we can't give everything we have to help, but we can still handle little matters that take no more than a lift of the hand!"
"When the time comes, we'll all be under a little less pressure, and things will be a little easier."
Everyone exchanged glances and nodded.
After some discussion, they all worked together to refine a simple set of magical artifacts.
These artifacts had only one function: like the Second-Layer Inner Landscape, they allowed them to contact one another. However, their communication range was only a million li. Though that was a little short, it would suffice in the early stages.
"Once we've established a foothold in the Far Western Land, we'll make something better!"
Everyone nodded.
A thought stirred in Wang Quan's mind. By the time we've established a foothold, some people will already have left this little group, and others will have joined.
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