Harbored suspicions

"Have you ever interacted with them?" Yang Qing asked.

Rogue cultivators were among the most well-traveled and well-informed people. Given how long Dong Ping had been one, there was a chance he had encountered members of the mythical races. Maybe, just maybe, he had even come across someone from the Aurora Dark Winter Jade Spruce Tribe or the Black Yin Water Oak Tribe.

The odds were highly unlikely, but one could hope.

"Not a pureblood," Dong Ping said, shaking his head. "I've met three—one was a half-blood, while the other two had very thin bloodlines. But even with diluted lineage, the abilities they possessed were prodigious." His voice carried a hint of envy, and a bitter smile crossed his face.