When the Nai Daoist spoke of "kindred spirits," he couldn't possibly have meant fellow cultivators.
A moment's thought was enough to realize he could only mean his own kind.
A chill went down Bai Mo's spine.
'There's another being like him hidden here?'
The Nai Daoist glanced around, clucking his tongue and shaking his head.
"You've deliberately concealed your nature, using only Divine Power in your attack and showing no trace of your cultivation methods. But you can't fool me."
"Friend, that fragrant aroma you're giving off is practically wafting right into my face. How could you not reveal your true nature?"
Hearing this, the black-robed figure opposite paused. A moment later, the mask on his face fell away, revealing a cluster of leaves within.
The group of men were horrified.
"What kind of monster is that?"
But Bai Mo's eyes widened, and he exclaimed softly,
"It's the Progeny of the Great Azure Flower."
The Nai Daoist paused, turning to glance at Bai Mo.
