Standing outside the gate to welcome Wu Li and others were a total of eleven people, old and young alike, with an elderly man standing in the middle.
Wu Li took notice of this elder first; standing at least 1.9 meters tall, his stature and aura gave off a feeling of a crane among chickens – it was difficult not to pay attention to him.
The elder wore a simple black overcoat; he was spirited and robust, with a hunched back and a crane-like physique, his arms were very long, his hands hung past his knees.
Since Wu Li's fist intent entered the Spirit Realm, he had become extremely sensitive to all kinds of auras and conceptions in the outside world. He could extract the corresponding aura from the elements around him for reference – and even more so from martial artists who had developed fist intent. To Wu Li, these people stood out like candles in the dark, extremely conspicuous.
