As it turned out, Wang Xiu had worried for nothing.
Suddenly, several beams of rosy light descended from the sky as the void began to distort. Three figures appeared in mid-air without a sound.
The middle-aged man leading them had a weathered face and a tattered Daoist robe. A crow was perched on each of his shoulders. It was none other than Zhuo Canglang, the Sect Leader of the Sanqing Immortal Sect.
A man and a woman followed behind him.
The man was handsome, with a gentle and cultured demeanor. With an ancient zither slung on his back and dressed in a white robe, he blended seamlessly with the world around him. His presence seemed to elicit a faint melody that attracted fluttering butterflies and dancing flowers. He was the head of the Sonic Sect, Gong Shangyu!
