Daoist Chu, on the other hand, looked calm, refined, and approachable. He held his cup with impeccable grace, sipping quietly as he observed the others with interest.
Dongxu Wang cleared his throat and decided to attempt conversation.
"Daoist Chu," he began carefully, "pardon my curiosity, but may I ask where you hail from? I do not recognize your name, and yet your bearing suggests great heritage."
Daoist Chu smiled politely. "Your perception is admirable, Patriarch Dongxu. It is normal that you have not heard of me. We are not from this world, nor from this court. Our origins lie in the Western Immortal Court. I am a Core Disciple of the Zenith Dao Sect and a trainee within the court."
The patriarch froze so suddenly that his cup nearly slipped from his fingers.
"The… the Zenith Dao Sect?" he repeated, his voice cracking slightly.
"Indeed."
Even Dongxu Ning, who had been talking to Meng Bai, looked over in shock.
Few names carried as much weight as Zenith Dao Sect.
