Wang Quan lowered his cloud beneath the loquat tree and observed the cultivators.
There were three men and three women.
Each had an imposing bearing and an extraordinary presence.
As he observed them, they observed him as well.
Especially the female cultivators:
They saw that Wang Quan had an extraordinary presence, his brow imbued with an air of looking down upon all around him.
This presence meant little to the male cultivators, but it was especially captivating to the women.
Fortunately, none of the female cultivators were ordinary people either. They were all prodigies and geniuses who had experienced much and encountered many people.
Thus, they soon regained their composure.
A female cultivator smiled. "My name is He Yueren."
"My name is...!"
"My name is...!"
Everyone briefly introduced themselves, and soon it was Wang Quan's turn. He smiled. "I am the Flower-Scatter Daoist, Wang Quan."
At these words, He Yueren looked thoughtful. "I think I've heard your name before."
"Did you used to hang around the Lower Court?"
"And you liked handling weddings and funerals for people?"
The other cultivators suddenly understood. "That's right. We've heard your name too."
The corner of Wang Quan's mouth twitched. "Everyone, I don't like handling weddings and funerals."
"Back then, I was only trying to make a living and put food in my mouth."
"Let the past scatter with the wind!"
The cultivators smiled and did not dwell on his past.
After all, they barely knew one another. There was no point in constantly bringing up the past and annoying him.
After some brief pleasantries, the conversation naturally turned to the upcoming spell battle.
But none of them had connections higher up, so naturally, they did not know how it would be arranged.
They could only exchange guesses.
Some guessed that they would fight