Still, it's better to ask. Sun Zhenren mentally rejected the seven of them. "Tell me about your identities."
The first female cultivator who arrived first spoke, "Master Zhenren, I'm just a loose cultivator, wanting to go to the battlefield and settle here for a while. This is my senior brother; we came together."
An older male cultivator said, "Master Zhenren, I am also a loose cultivator, just looking to live and cultivate here."
Sun Zhenren waved his hand, observing their bone ages and cultivation levels. It was certainly not them.
Tan Shaoting bowed, "Master Zhenren, I am Tan Shaoting, an outer disciple of the Shushan Sect. These are my three children; they are also outer disciples.
We have returned from the battlefield and wish to go back to the sect."
Sun Zhenren looked at Tan Shaoting and the three children.
This father and three sons were better than the previous ones, the three children were over five years old and already at the third level of Qi cultivation.
