Lin Fan and his companions blended into the crowd, appearing completely ordinary and drawing no attention. If you tried to act high-end, of course you'd attract others' notice.
The Immortals who came here to participate in the recruitment understood this principle deeply. Each one put on airs, exuding a remarkably unique Immortal aura. Their sideways glances seemed to say to others: don't make me look at you directly, or you might die.
One Daoist held a horsetail whisk, his expression calm as he pretended to wave it casually, as if he were a high-level hidden master who seldom emerged from seclusion.
Another, a monk, held prayer beads in his hand while chanting scripture, looking every bit the enlightened holy man.
Everyone's performance was quite convincing.
"Form a line, one by one! Those under the Heavenly Immortal Realm, don't bother joining the fun. Be conscious enough to leave the queue on your own, so we don't have to single you out."
