Before Li Huowang could answer, the sound of slurping noodles was heard again.
"Even if you wanted to become a disciple, it wouldn't be possible. The disciples are chosen by the Immortal Sects themselves. Getting into this line of work requires a chance encounter," Li Zhi started to explain.
"Oh? If it's not too much trouble, please elaborate." After wasting so much time with this guy, this was exactly what I wanted to learn more about. The more I know about this unfamiliar world, the safer I will be.
Li Zhi's chopsticks gestured in the air. "To become a disciple, you have to be very sick, preferably on the brink of death. If you're lucky, an Immortal Sect will visit you in your dream. It heals you, and then, as a form of payment, you become its disciple."
"What do the members of the Immortal Sects look like?"
Li Zhi fell into deep thought, seemingly recalling something. "Hmm... how should I put it? They definitely don't look human."
