Having dealt with three "cultivators," Baiyu sat next to Babu in front of a large rock.
Babu waved his hand.
A set of neat drinking utensils appeared before them.
This convenient technique made Baiyu quite envious.
Indeed.
Immortal cultivation has its own advantages.
Such things are beyond the capabilities of those who practice martial arts.
It's like the difference between acrobatics and magic.
At that moment.
Babu took a sip of wine and chuckled deeply, "Thank you, senior, for saving me today. If not for you, I might have been doomed at the hands of those three."
"I was just saving myself."
Baiyu waved his hand, indicating it was a trivial task, not worth mentioning.
"Senior, are you without sect or faction?"
At that moment.
Babu asked with a face full of curiosity.
"Yes, and no."
Baiyu answered ambiguously, "Even if there is a sect, over time, it will eventually become nothing but a passing breeze."
