Zhang Xian noticed Jing Yi's disbelief, gave a bitter smile and stopped trying to explain.
Although the process of grabbing the Thousand Leaf Grass was dangerous and a race against time, any minor slip could have cost him his life, but it was as simple as he said: he got the grass and ran.
Then a thought struck him, and he asked, "Master, didn't you mention East China Sect before?"
"Uh-huh," nodded Jing Yi, "those guys were from the East China Sect."
Zhang Xian asked, "What is East China Sect? Is it one of those so-called Ancient Sects? I've always been curious about it."
"You... you don't know?" Jing Yi asked surprisingly, "Aren't you from a sect? How come you don't know about East China Sect?"
Zhang Xian retorted, "Who told you I'm from a sect?"
"Then you..." Jing Yi widened her beautiful eyes, "You... you're a Loose Cultivator?! Unbelievable! Even the best talents from the sects aren't as abnormal as you, let alone a Loose Cultivator."
