Li Yan sat there quietly, waiting. He did not interact much with the others. He was waiting for everyone to arrive.
Then, from among these people, he would find the "immortal fate" of this trip. Only, the "immortal fate" he sought here was entirely different from that of everyone else...
In no more than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, seventeen cultivators had gathered in the courtyard—men and women, old and young.
Only then did the cultivator surnamed Wang rise again with a faint smile.
"Hehehe... Wang is deeply grateful that all of you fellow Daoists have honored me with your presence. I never expected every fellow Daoist I invited to come. Wang truly cannot thank you enough.
"Then let us dispense with further nonsense. I believe quite a few people here already know one another. Even if we are not from the same realm, we have all gathered in Yellow Springs City, after all!"
The cultivator surnamed Wang spoke in a soft, feminine tone, delivering his opening remarks. What he said was indeed true. Although people from different realms were present, some of them did know each other.
Cultivators at their level still had to jointly undertake duties such as guarding posts and patrolling the city. If they were assigned together, it was perfectly normal.
However, once they were assigned a mission, they were often fixed in place for many years without change. As for cultivators from other sects beyond those responsible for the same duties, they might not know them at all.
After all, the main purpose of cultivators coming here was to use this environment to cultivate and improve themselves. Whenever they had spare time, everyone seized the rare opportunity to cultivate.
At the same time, every sect rotated its own cultivators in