Inside the soundproof barrier on the terrace of the Ten Thousand Splendors Tavern.
Zhang Miaoyu sat somewhat uneasily in her chair, pressed close to Li Yingling's side.
She cautiously looked up and saw the Heavenly Derivation Sect's team leader clearly explaining the current situation, his assessment of it, and some preliminary plans.
Li Yingling maintained her usual bearing, nodding lightly as she listened to the report.
What was unusual, though, was that their own leader did not interrupt, instead listening calmly throughout the report.
Previously, when their leader led the team and listened to her teammates' reports, she would often frown and tell them to get to the point.
But she had to admit that this Heavenly Derivation Sect disciple's report was indeed detailed, as well as straightforward and easy to understand.
Even Zhang Miaoyu, who was only half listening, understood the specifics.
Like other rogue cultivators, Zhang Miaoyu had once disparaged the disciples of the Eighteen Immortal Sects-they only relied on their resources. If they had to live our lives, they might fare even worse than us.
Looking at things now, her earlier thoughts had been overblown.
Thinking carefully, how could the Eighteen Immortal Sects possibly lack recruits?
What genius could resist the allure of Central Province's Eighteen Immortal Sects?
Given the choice, who in this world would not want to join the Eighteen Immortal Sects?
Apart from aptitude, such top-tier immortal sects surely had certain requirements when it came to brains, too.
To join the Eighteen Immortal Sects, one probably had to be one in ten thousand even among geniuses.
Although she knew their leader might hold some standing in the Heavenly Derivation Sect, facing a top-tier sect like this for the first time left Zhang Miaoyu feeling not only as though she were dreaming, but, more than