Under the gaze of the crowd, a tall and burly figure emerged from the horizon, stepping through the sky.
The speed seemed slow, yet in the blink of an eye, he appeared not far from the spectators, his form embodying the profound mystery of 'a foot of ground and a mile of sky'.
This was a tall, burly middle-aged man, with a square face covered in stubble, and a conspicuous vermilion mole on his brow.
"Jorge Yellow, pays respect to Lord Left Protector!"
While the others were still catching their breath, Elder Jorge Yellow of the Taiyi Immortal Sect had already stepped forward first, paying his respects to the burly middle-aged man with utmost reverence.
In Jorge Yellow's eyes, there was a hint of bewilderment.
As far as he knew, this Protector Iron of their Taiyi Immortal Sect was not close to women.
Why, then, would he appear here?
"No, that's not right... Protector Iron seemed to be greeting that purple-robed youth just now."
