Among the three cultivators, it was evident that the one with the thick beard was the leader. His gaze was filled with scrutiny and vigilance as he questioned:
"Who are you, daring to impersonate friends of the Golden Spirit Sect!"
Ji An raised an eyebrow and said softly:
"Why is the fellow Daoist so rash? I am Ji An of the Golden Spirit Sect, returning from travels in the Northern Land.
I was hoping to inquire about our current location, but didn't expect such a tragedy here.
If you hadn't come, I would have personally visited Yuanhe Mountain to report the situation here."
His reply caught Ji An by surprise. Even if there were doubts about his identity, it wasn't necessary to voice them immediately.
The words, when spoken, clearly indicated confrontation, which wasn't an effective way to handle the situation.
The bearded cultivator's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he asked tentatively:
"Hall Master Ji?"
