The wind pillar dissipated, and two figures appeared in front of everyone.
On the left was a burly middle-aged man who appeared to be in his forties, wearing a purple robe with red trim. He had a fierce-looking scar at the corner of his eye, exuding an aura of power and authority.
Beside the burly middle-aged man was an elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in plain linen clothing. His face was ruddy, like a baby's skin, giving off an otherworldly aura. His hunched figure only reached the shoulder height of the middle-aged man, but he emitted a psychological pressure that made it impossible to entertain thoughts of resistance.
Luo Feng was not unfamiliar with this kind of pressure. The white-haired elder was undoubtedly a Martial Artist of the True Yuan Realm. Judging from his aura, his cultivation was probably above Yang Dingtian's.
Swish!
