Most importantly, Wu Xiaoxu himself had lived in the slums for years and hadn't even known his own father was an Earth Immortal. He naturally had no social connections with any of the so-called "chosen" elites, so there was no chance of his cover being blown...
But he still felt a bit out of place.
Walking on land he was incredibly familiar with, it wasn't long before he arrived at the old cemetery.
The people standing around in the old cemetery were the descendants of Celestial Humans and even Earth Immortals. Most of them were remarkable chosen elites.
As for the Celestial Humans, Earth Immortals, and other powerful figures, they all hovered amidst the clouds in the Celestial Vault, their presence illuminating the surroundings.
"Ahem."
The old Daoist's voice was noticeably louder, drawing the attention of many of the chosen elites:
"Xiaoxu, you stay here with the others your age. I'm going to find some old friends to catch up with."
