Amidst the anticipation of the crowd, an old man whose age was indiscernible flew over, wearing a coarse brown cloth garment, with a face full of wrinkles and a pair of small eyes that flashed with brilliance as they opened and closed.
This old man landed directly in the purple area, his hands behind his back, and his eyes, sharp as lightning, swept over everyone present.
Under his gaze, everyone fell silent, no one dared to speak, all eyes were on him alone, and except for the Sect Leader Tong Tianhao and Great Elder Wu Xinhai, everyone else had a look of awe.
The old man nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Very good, many outstanding inner sect disciples have emerged this year, I'm very pleased."
Ye Fan frowned, unsure of the old man's background, but from everyone's respectful demeanor towards him, it was clear that this old man had a significant status.
