The sun is high.
Everything is ready, just waiting for the arrival of guests.
Not long after.
A burly man appeared out of thin air above the square, his face serious and stern.
It's Mo Yizhen!
Fu An-shan immediately greeted him, cupping his hands, saying: "Brother Mo, welcome, welcome."
Mo Yizhen also cupped his hands and smiled: "Brother Fu, congratulations, congratulations!"
Fu An-shan chuckled and asked: "When will the Pavilion Master and the Vice Pavilion Master arrive?"
"They should be here soon!"
"Brother Fu, don't worry, you're already set to be the vice pavilion master, it won't run away."
Mo Yizhen laughed.
"Certainly, certainly."
Fu An-shan nodded repeatedly.
Suddenly!
Another figure descended from the sky above the square.
This man appeared middle-aged, dressed in luxurious clothes, with sword-like brows, exuding a massive aura.
Upon seeing this person, Yan Wei hurriedly shouted: "The Kirin Tribe leader has arrived!"
