Wu Tian and the others had only walked for a short while, not yet seeing the Daoist Temple, when they encountered a group of children who looked to be about six or seven years old.
When the children saw Wu Tian's group, they too were surprised but did not come over to drive them away. The oldest among them, a seven-year-old boy, said, "You don't need to overthink it. We immortals value the concept of fate. The fact that you could enter this place means you have a connection with us."
The little one, still in Qin Yuhan's arms, widened her large, adorable eyes and exclaimed, "You say you're Immortals? Is that true? I don't believe it!"
The seven-year-old boy chuckled. "We are indeed Immortals. Little sister, seeing your pure features and the fate that connects us, you might even become our junior sister."
