Taoist Qingwei wasn't at all surprised that his three disciples seemed to have guessed something.
'Are you kidding me? In terms of Cultivation and Dao Practice, I might not be a match for those old geezers from Quanzhen and Zhengyi, but when it came to recruiting disciples, Taoist Qingwei considered himself leagues ahead of them!'
'Just ask anyone in Daluo Palace! Who else, besides him—Zhong Qingwei—had three disciples who had successfully cultivated Inner Breath True Qi?'
'Who?!'
Taoist Qingwei stood at the summit, hands tucked in his sleeves. He gazed out in all directions, feeling for a moment that he had no equal.
Then he spotted Gu Zhao over to the side, sidling up to a group of cameramen and lighting technicians to ask them something.
Taoist Qingwei cleared his throat, glanced at the crew, and asked Master Hai Taoist, "Are you with them? What are you filming?"
