"May I ask how to address you, fellow cultivator?" The disciples on duty first welcomed an elder adept in the Paperman and Paper Horse Skill, and then encountered another who could spew flames.
They thought few loose cultivators could enter the sect, yet unexpectedly, two capable ones arrived consecutively.
One disciple quickly went forward to greet them, only to realize this person possessed no spiritual energy, but the small bird on his shoulder was brimming with it.
Clearly, the flame that broke the barrier was spat out by the demon beast, and this person was just a mere mortal borrowing its light, not a cultivator.
Oh no! A human cultivator's Immortal Ascension Conference actually attracted a little demon beast, what should be done?
"My surname is Li, Li of the word 'wood.'" Old Li was eager to "reminisce" with Zheng Lang, not noticing the fleeting astonishment on the other's face.
