Not far from the Dao-Seeking Sect, two furtive figures drew near.

“Big Brother, can I enter the Dao-Seeking Sect as a demon?” Chieftain Jin’s brows were tightly scrunched up in worry.

The Taciturn Daoist Priest stroked his beard and pondered for a moment. “Our sect always treats everyone equally, not discriminating between demons and humans. But I’m not sure about Founding Ancestor Vast Sea. Perhaps he might not look favorably upon demons.

“How about this? You hide here, while I’ll go ahead and scout the path.” 

“Be careful, Big Brother.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve roamed the jianghu for so many years. When have I ever run into an accident?”

The Taciturn Daoist Priest’s appearance was a far cry from his usual slovenly image. He now wore a clean and elegant Daoist robe and had his hair tied in a neat bun, with a few strands of beard swaying gently in the wind.

With steady and measured steps, he walked toward the mountain gate.

Soon, Chieftain Jin watched as the visiting major sects detected the...