Huaguo Mountain, Ao Luan handed a stack of portraits to Immortal Zhen Yuan.
"Why are they portraits?"
Immortal Zhen Yuan took the portraits and flipped through a dozen or so, finding it rather strange.
Why are there so many mortals and demons in these portraits?
Are these the talents of two hundred years later?
As Immortal Zhen Yuan pondered, he finished looking through the portraits, pausing on the last few.
"What's the deal with these seven girls?"
He asked, "Why are they wearing the clothes of my Taoist Sect?"
"They are your disciples."
Ao Luan calmly responded, "They are seven Spider Demons."
Immortal Zhen Yuan suddenly wore an expression as if he had seen a ghost; he, the exalted Ancestor of Earth Immortals, had taken seven Spider Demons as disciples?
That's impossible!
"Wait a moment..."
Immortal Zhen Yuan suddenly seemed to recall something: "Are these seven youngsters fond of flying kites?"
"Yes."
