"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.
Yang Qing's mind flashed to two sect members he had encountered during his ranking valuations in the Summerfield Kingdom. The Heart Stone Steele had revealed that one of them carried the bloodline of a treefolk tribe—the Scattering Gold Light Palm Tribe, to be exact.
