It was that simple: they just relied on information unknown to ordinary mortals and a bit of family heritage to position themselves above others and even resist the harm from Daqian's specters.
Mortals have their way of survival.
Skeleton Wanyan, of course, was aware of this.
They were just cultivators, deemed immortals by mortals, but whether in the sacred mountains, great rivers, Cave Heavens, and Blessed Lands or in the bustling markets and grand palaces of the Mortal Realm, they still needed to cultivate amongst other people.
And if you cultivate amongst others, how could you truly be disconnected from worldly affairs?
Not to mention those who had lived for hundreds of years. Even a pig would've learned to use its mind by then.
It's just that previously, Skeleton Wanyan didn't care. Among mortals, who held power, who governed, who suddenly rose, who rebelled—all these comings and goings didn't concern them.
But now... the situation is different.
