Xu Hu felt a chill around his neck and subconsciously looked around, as if he feared that disciples of Maoshan were nearby, ready to harm him because he possessed Maoshan Taoist art.
Ye Xiaofei slapped Xu Hu with amusement, "Look at how scared you are! Do you think cultivators are as common as cabbages, found everywhere? Meeting that strange old man today was already super lucky for me, and you still want to see a second one?
Besides, what does it matter if there's no Taoist lineage? By the time you're awesome, those guys from Maoshan might be crying and begging to acknowledge you formally. And even if they don't, so what? If there's no lineage, then create your own and acknowledge yourself. What's so difficult about that? What matters most is your own strength and Taoist practice."
