An elder with white hair.
An old woman with black hair.
A young girl in a red dress.
Their slow steps exude a natural authority, and as soon as they appeared, many cultivators shouted in unison, "Ancestor."
The three of them.
Li Bahuang and Jiu Feng are not unfamiliar with them.
Previously, these three had manifested a strand of divine sense, attempting to force Li Bahuang and Jiu Feng to retreat, but Jiu Feng swallowed it whole, and resentment had long been formed.
"It's you again." Jiu Feng slightly frowned.
"Scared? Now you want to leave, but it's too late." The black-haired old woman spoke with a chilly voice.
"You three are not enough to kill me."
Jiu Feng tilted his head: "Let all the other old turtles come out. You've been holed up in this broken place for a whole reincarnation, haven't you?"
The black-haired old woman had a cold face.
However, the young girl in the red dress twirled with her fingers playing with her hair, her voice crisp and her smile radiant:
