Before Li Huowang could answer, the sound of slurping noodles was heard again.
"Even if you wanted to become a disciple, it wouldn't be possible. The disciples are chosen by the Immortal Sects themselves. Getting into this line of work requires opportunity," Li Zhi started to explain.
"Oh? If it's not too much trouble, please elaborate." After fussing with this guy for so long, isn't that what I'm here to understand better?
The more I know about this unfamiliar world, the safer I will be.
Li Zhi's chopsticks danced in the air as he illustrated, "To become a disciple, you have to be very sick, preferably on the brink of death. If you're lucky, an Immortal Sect will visit you in your dream. They heal you, and then, as a form of payment, you become their disciple."
"What do members of the Immortal Sects look like?"
Li Zhi fell into deep thought, seemingly recalling something. "Hmm... how should I put it, they definitely don't look human."
