"Who are you?"
At that moment, a male voice rang out.
Ye Guichen looked up and saw a person floating in the air.
The person was wearing snow-white robes, holding a folded fan in his left hand, with his right hand behind his back, looking down at Ye Guichen from above.
He did not directly confront Ye Guichen like the immortals Ye Guichen had encountered before, but first questioned him.
Because, although he did not recognize Ye Guichen, he sensed that Ye Guichen had the aura of an immortal, was indeed an immortal.
Perhaps someone from his own sect, just unfamiliar.
The people around Ye Guichen heard the voice and looked at Ye Guichen nervously.
Xie Biwen lowered his head quickly, showing a frightened look.
If they finally escaped the demon's den and their mainstay were to get into trouble, they feared none of them would survive.
Ye Guichen glanced at the white-robed immortal, moved his body, and flew to face him.
