"You think I truly want to be a Loose Cultivator? I simply haven't had the opportunity to join an orthodox Nascent Soul Sect."
Daoist Wuwei said contemptuously.
He had spent his life drifting and wandering, but who wouldn't want to find a big backing, and cultivate in peace?
Unfortunately, fate always made it so that he couldn't find that support.
Once he ascended to the Nascent Soul Realm, he himself became the support.
The number of people who could become his support could be counted on one hand.
Now he had finally found one, and that was the Xuanhuang Ancestor.
"But didn't you say, Master, that he wants to covet the heritage of our Ku Rong Sect?"
Zhao Huaizhen asked.
His face showed a look of confusion.
"That's just a bargaining chip."
"You thought he actually coveted the heritage of our Ku Rong Sect?"
"This guy has inherited countless Nascent Soul Sects' teachings, how could he be interested in ours?"
