Not long afterward, the five of them had flown into the Tianli Clan. Along the way, the Third Elder chatted with Su Hong in low voices.
Both women were peerless beauties, yet upon meeting, they got along surprisingly well, without the slightest intention of comparing themselves to one another.
Nor did the Third Elder neglect Wan Qingshe. From time to time, she pointed out a certain scenic spot and introduced the Tianli Clan's customs and local flavor to them.
Wan Qingshe nodded and admired the sights on the surface, but inwardly he was deeply disdainful. ????
"A bunch of uncivilized barbarians from the mountains and wilderness. Looking at the scenery here is no different from looking at the forests and caves inhabited by low-intelligence demon beasts!"
Below them, Tianli Clan members came and went, dressed in strange, colorful clothing.
Ninety percent of the men had strips of cloth in various colors wrapped around their heads, layer upon layer, as though they wore hoops...
Some women even went barefoot, carrying bamboo baskets on their backs. The baskets held either infants or all sorts of miscellaneous items.
This was simply a place where primitive humans and cultivators were mixed together. How could it compare to his own sect, where spirit birds and flying cranes filled the skies, immortal charm lingered around the beams, men seemed ready to drift into immortality, and women floated through the air like fairies?
That was what an immortal sacred ground should look like. How could this place compare? Wan Qingshe grumbled inwardly.
The two black-robed elders with veiled faces remained silent from beginning to end, never leaving Su Hong's side. Two faint, indistinct auras circled about a foot around her body, like invisible walls guarding her on both sides.
The Third Elder knew why they had come.