The "Three Saints" referred to the three great Holy Lands: Jasper Pool, Three Pristine, and Sumeru.
The scruffy Daoist before them, Zhang Wufeng, hailed from one of the three—the Three Pristine Sacred Land.
Qian Dongliu and Wu Qingcang, meanwhile, came from the Carefree Sect and the Tai Sui Sect, two of the Six Sects.
However, although their sects were no match for Zhang Wufeng's, they were not the least bit afraid of him when it came to individual power.
"My, it's so lively. I wonder if I've arrived at an opportune moment?"
Just as Zhang Wufeng crossed the river on a single reed, a woman floated slowly toward them.
Dressed in white and holding an oil-paper umbrella, her face was hidden by a veil as she trod upon a lotus flower.
Though she wore a veil, her eyes were exceptionally bright, unable to conceal her peerless grace.
"Lin Miaoyi, you're here too."
Qian Dongliu frowned more deeply.
