"I see. Thank you, fellow Daoist, for clearing that up." Bai Xinghan gave an embarrassed laugh. In truth, he had not understood a thing. Better to watch first—they knew far too little about the Cultivation World of this great era.
Three hours later, it was finally their turn.
The immortal puppet looked at Bai Xinghan and the others in surprise, then secretly transmitted, "No spiritual roots have manifested, yet the spirit qi within their bodies is abundant. Their Immortal Dao Realm cannot be precisely assessed!"
Swoosh~
A howling sound came from the sky as an Eight Meridians Jiaolong several hundred zhang long slowly approached. The emblem of the Leaving Dust Immortal Palace was actually emblazoned upon its body, making its identity easy enough to recognize.
"Greetings, Town Sea Envoy."
"Greetings, Town Sea Envoy."
Across the plaza, Immortal Hall cultivators from every direction offered cupped fist salutes. The Eight Vein Flood Dragon Clan had now truly turned its fortunes around; its status was no longer what it had once been.
Bai Xinghan and the others froze for a moment, then followed suit with cupped fist salutes, looking every bit like honest folk.
The Town Sea Envoy nodded and said in a powerful voice, "Continue. This Seat will oversee this place today."
After speaking, he glanced at the immortal puppet who had transmitted earlier and nodded at him, signaling that there was no need for concern. Since they were cultivators, it did not matter whether or not they had spiritual roots.
Understanding dawned in the immortal puppet's eyes. It seemed their identities posed no problem, so there was no need for further investigation.
He formed hand seals with both palms, and a cyan gate of light dozens of zhang tall appeared before Bai Xinghan and the others in an instant. He explained