Fwoosh—
Just as the children were whispering among themselves, two wisps of azure mist drifted down from the sky, taking the forms of a male and female cultivator before them.
The man appeared to be around thirty. His features were upright and solemn. One hand held a talisman's glow, while the other formed a hand seal. His pale blue Daoist robe was traced with countless golden patterns that others could not understand.
These patterns intertwined and linked together, forming images of exotic beasts the children had never seen before.
If one looked closely, those exotic beast patterns seemed as lifelike as living creatures. Stare at them for too long, and it felt as though they might leap right off the robe at any moment.
The other was a woman of dignified bearing and elegant, understated makeup. She wore a russet-red Dharma robe, holding a command token in one hand and a book in the other.
Compared with the man before her, the aura she gave off was far more restrained. Yet when one raised one's eyes to look at her, she gave an unfathomably profound impression, faintly carrying an air of antiquity.
The children were all clever. The moment they saw high-level cultivators descend, they immediately fell silent and bowed with respectful expressions.
"We pay our respects to the two seniors."
Some of the children who had come from the central region were still too young to know the identities of the two.
However, the children born into local northwestern factions mostly knew exactly who stood before them.
"Senior Brother... that senior holding the talisman light is Immortal Master of Talisman Spirits Yang Yuanwen, the one Master mentioned, right?"
Among the kneeling children, a little girl who had just turned ten, still at the stage of drawing qi into her