There had been no water in the teacup, but as the words "Please have some tea" rang out,
tea came surging up inside it.
The young Daoist sat down, but did not pick up the bowl of tea.
The boy and girl stood on either side of him, watching the Fake City God warily.
In a conversational tone, the Fake City God said, "I have yet to ask your Daoist name, or which temple you reside in."
This was an attempt to probe his background.
The young Daoist slowly uttered three words. "The Zhengwu Sect."
The name Zhengwu Sect rang like thunder in the ears; there was probably not a single cultivator who did not know it.
Within the Great Sui today, the Zhengwu Sect ranked among the foremost in the Daoist Lineage.
Dragon-Tiger Mountain had declined, while the Zhengwu Sect had risen. There had long been grievances between the two.
Back in Wuling Valley, Qin Shi of Dragon-Tiger Mountain had defeated a Zhengwu Sect disciple, and a Zhengwu Sect elder had refused to accept it.
He had wanted to attack off the platform, but Li Ping'an had stopped him. Because of that incident, Li Ping'an and Old Ox had been forced to leave Wuling Valley early.
The Fake City God concealed his unease by taking a sip of tea.
A Daoist from the Zhengwu Sect? That made him a few degrees more wary of the young Daoist before him.
"To think I would meet a Daoist of the Zhengwu Sect here. I have long admired your sect."
"You are too kind. And where do you come from?"
Naturally, the young Daoist did not think the name Zhengwu Sect alone would frighten the other party off.
"Beyond the borders," came the straightforward reply.
The young Daoist nodded. He had already