The party turned around and saw a fat daoist standing in front of them. He was dressed in an apricot yellow robe. His face was chubby, and because he was smiling, his eyes were barely slits. Together with his big beer belly and the unidentifiable grease around his collar and sleeves, he really didn’t give them the impression that he was some impressive daoist. However, he had a banner with the words ‘Quasi-Immortal Wu’ written on it in his hands.

Yun Jianyue gently nudged Yan Xuehen with her elbow, remarking, “Your faction even has disciples among the fiend races?”

There were many daoist sects, but the similarity they shared was that they all pursued the dao to immortality, to transcend the self. White Jade Sect was precisely one of the biggest daoist sects.

Yan Xuehen replied, “As long as you have a heart that seeks the dao, you can cultivate anywhere. What’s so surprising about there being disciples among the Fiend Races?”

Zu An couldn't help but chuckle. He asked, “Then will our misfortune turn to blessing if we...