After the nine elders arrived in Dongling City, they glanced at each other and let out a collective, cold snort.
Especially cousin Mo Xiuwen, whose scalp went cold. It felt like the gazes from these eight old men were not friendly at all.
"That rascal is over there watching the show."
The Great Elder suddenly turned around and looked up, directly facing a figure on the city wall. Their eyes met, and the old face suddenly cracked a smile.
Almost in an instant, the person had swiftly appeared in front of Han Yu, followed closely by a few others.
"Quick, follow up."
The sect cultivators gathered there watched as everyone moved out, quickly calling out before taking to the air.
Damn!
These must be the old guys who chew on ginseng roots!
Long admired... renowned... seemed all off, but finally, met this group of people.
Han Yu mumbled to himself and then saw his cousin peeking out curiously.
"I've been let out again."
