"So, I returned from Xuanhuang Island to Immortal Mist City, and unexpectedly ran into both of you."
"It seems like my intuition was indeed correct."
"I suppose the two of you are disciples of the Ku Rong Sect."
Zhou Sui gave a slight smile, looking at Daoist Wuwei and Zhao Huaizhen.
Semi-serious, semi-teasing were his words.
But he had indeed taken the initiative to seek them out.
"Indeed, we are disciples of the Ku Rong Sect."
"However, I believe Brother Xuanhuang is also a disciple of the Ku Rong Sect."
"I'm just curious why you chose to abandon the name of Ku Rong Sect and set up your own, merely called the Xuanhuang Sect."
When this was mentioned, Daoist Wuwei couldn't help but seethe with anger.
Despite knowing the man before him was a formidable cultivator, the matter concerned the Ku Rong Sect's lineage and angered him to the point his eyes were glaring at Zhou Sui.
"I am not a Ku Rong Sect disciple."