"True Person Zhuang, True Person Yan, True Person Zhang..."
"What wind has blown all of you here?"
Wang Ba stood at the entrance, smiling broadly at the crowd before him.
At some point, the bustling street had been cleared, leaving only the dozen or so cultivators from the Three Great Sects before him.
He hastily extended a hand in invitation.
"Everyone, please come in."
"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Shen, don't tease us. Your fame has spread far and wide now. You're far busier than old fellows like us."
Zhuang Yi of the Xuli Sect teased him with a chuckle.
Behind him, Yan Qing of Returning Wind Valley and True Person Zhang of Danlong Gate nodded as well. Without declining, the three of them filed inside, followed by familiar faces such as Wang Tang, Feng Bao, and Zhang Yunlong.
As Wang Ba watched their backs as they entered his residence, his gaze involuntarily grew grave.
Why have they suddenly all come to see me together?
To attack me? No, surely not. If they really wanted to attack me, they wouldn't need so many people.
For the moment, however, he truly could not work it out. He merely felt a faint unease.
He hesitated.
With a slight stir of his mind, he sent a voice transmission across the street.
Then he strode into the house.
"It looks like you have quite a few Spirit Beasts here, Fellow Daoist Shen."
Standing beneath the eaves, Zhuang Yi surveyed the grass before him and spoke with a smile.
Although Wang Ba had put away the vast majority of his Spirit Beasts in time, their lingering traces were not so easily erased at short notice.
Especially for Gold Core True Persons, who were more sensitive to such traces, detecting them was hardly difficult.
Wang Ba showed