Chu Ziyuan paused, waved his hand in front of him. But he saw two pieces of white old clothing on the opposite side of the lake rise into the air. A kite flipped over and landed on the glistening surface, but did not sink. Instead, when the tip of the kite lightly touched the lake, it swam swiftly in the water, as if on the same path, heading this way.
The power from the surface and the ability of the water on the ground were enough to show that the two white-haired elders were much stronger than the black-clad figures behind Chu Ziyuan. They didn't know where these two great masters came from!
"The Yin Yang elders are masters of Taiji; they don't belong to this world. Because they have connections with my father, they are guests of my Southern Yue Club."
