Although Jiang Li faced away from the group as she looked into the starry sky, she’d obviously noticed what was going on.

After a brief daze, she inwardly shook her head. She couldn’t be bothered to pay this any more attention.

“Senior apprentice brothers and sisters, just watch: once Junior Apprentice Brother Qiu introduces us, that Su kid will jump as if someone pricked him in the butt with a needle. He’ll rush over in a panic and bow before us,” Tao Yunchi transmitted to the others. The corners of his lips shifted upward, and his gaze was playful.

The ignorant were without fear.

This old friend of Qiu Hengkong obviously couldn’t tell who they were.

Otherwise, they feared he wouldn’t have been able to remain seated.

When they heard Tao Yunchi’s transmission, the others’ displeasure dissipated, and they couldn’t help but grin.

Indeed, this was a backwater rogue cultivator. It was to be expected that he’d fail to recognize disciples of the Fulcrum of Heaven Sword Sect.

His horizons were limited; he was the very picture of a frog in a well.

Su Yi’s casual bearing stunned Qiu Hengkong too. Then, his heart clenched, and he said hurriedly, “Fellow Daoist Su, let me introduce you to….”

He planned to use the introduction...