"I see. So the 'Great Leader' is someone from the outside world, is it?"
Upon hearing the old man's name and how he addressed them as 'Fellow Daoists', there were enough clues for Long Meiling to realize that this man was not of the mystic realm.
Of course, the most damning evidence of all was his cultivation level. Peak of Golden Core!
"It is as you say," Kong Weizhe said, stroking his beard solemnly. He invited them into the chamber, conjuring two more cushions in the center with a wave of his hand. Ryker and Long Meiling cautiously took the offered seating, waiting patiently as Kong Weizhe sat back down on his own cushion with a grunt.
"But, I'm sure you didn't come here to listen to an old man's ramblings. May I ask why Fellow Daoists seek the Black Dragons?" he asked.
"Well, it's a bit of a long story. You see…"
