Song Yan shook his head, casting the unrealistic thought out of his mind.
How could that be possible?
This was a grand gathering of the Righteous Path hosted by the Taiyi Sect, within Chang'an's bounds, beneath the Son of Heaven's very feet. How could anyone allow the Demon Race to appear here?
His longing must have made him lose his head at the scent of some fairy's spiritual incense.
Talented cultivators emerged in endless succession throughout the world. He would probably have to form his Nascent Soul before he could become a great cultivator truly renowned throughout the Four Seas and Eight Wastes.
Although he had now formed a first-rank golden core, his modest reputation probably had yet to reach Between Mountains and Seas.
As the two seniors finished their deductions, this discussion of the Dao drew to a close.
As cultivators specially invited by the Taiyi Sect, both seniors still had further engagements awaiting them. Song Yan rose and gave Elder Wu Guan a slight nod of thanks from afar.
He then prepared to leave and head to the Combat forum.
Logically, after listening to their own elder's session, the Jun Mountain disciples were free to do as they pleased.
Yet everyone understood without speaking. Not one of them left; they continued following Song Yan toward the Combat forum.
Song Yan had expected this and said nothing.
The reason was simple.
Two days before the gathering opened, the Taiyi Sect had specially sent a Deacon Elder to visit the Cloud-Embracing Villa.
They had invited True Person Ciyu to choose a main forum at which to deliver a Dharma lecture.
Later, while chatting with Fellow Daoist Zhong, he had learned that all the prominent members of the younger generation attending this gathering had received invitations. In recent days, Song Yan