While the two old men chatted, Li Qiye sat down while the daoist and Jian Ming stood by his sides.

Disciples from Archipelago stole glances at him because they thought that he didn’t look like an ancient ancestor at all. If Wise Ancestor didn’t say it himself, they would never mistake him for one.

If they saw him outside, they would only think of him as a regular cultivator, completely unremarkable.

“Many big shots have arrived.” The daoist scouted the hall and told Jian Ming.

Jian Ming’s black eyes moved back and forth like that of a thief. His focus was on the guests.

Even...