A new figure appeared in the corridor.
He stood tall, sported a goatee, and his short hair was interspersed with streaks of silver. His eyes were deep and piercing, exuding an undeniable authority.
The sinister scar on his left cheek and the wide black belt around his waist, adorned with ornaments symbolizing the power of flames, swayed gently, adding a ruthless edge to his appearance.
This man emitted an eerie aura, as if his mere presence suffocated the air in the corridor.
Without a doubt, this was the leader of the first group, Song Nanshou.
"Third Elder! You, you actually...why?" Song Yuchun's eyes widened in shock.
"Ha."
A hint of scorn appeared on Song Nanshou's face as he toyed with a handful of bright flames in his palm, which crackled as if burning something, and he coldly said,
