It was evident that Wei Tian seemed to have an intention to befriend Ji Haoyuan.
He felt that this seemingly ordinary person before him was probably not as simple as he appeared on the surface.
It was a kind of intuition.
Even the young woman in a green dress beside him seemed to have some kind of intuition, as she curiously glanced over at Ji Haoyuan.
Ji Haoyuan pondered briefly, then smiled and said, "My name is Bei Xuandao, a Loose Cultivator."
"Bei Xuandao?"
Wei Tian and Wei Qinglan both paused for a moment, then the siblings fell into thought.
After a while.
Wei Qinglan said, "Bei Xuandao, do you have any connection to the ancient, extinct Bei Xuan Sect?"
"Uh…"
Ji Haoyuan truly hadn't expected that a name he casually chose could be related to some ancient sect here.
This was certainly not his intention.
But at this point, it was clearly impossible for him to change it.
