When the group gathered again, a lovely, striking woman in white was at Yunyang's side, her eyes full of curiosity as she studied the old Daoists.
Besides this woman in white, Taoist Yan Song had also returned with a rough-featured giant of a man, two meters tall. Following the man were seven or eight youths of varying ages.
Taoist Ming Yu's gaze first fell upon the youths. Though their clothes were tattered, their complexions were reasonably healthy. Their eyes were pure, and while they looked at the Daoists with nervousness, there was no fear.
Taoist Yan Song gestured to the giant beside him. "I was patrolling from the sky just now and saw this man escaping the city with several civilians. He carried no Evil Qi, so I went over to greet him."
Taoist Yan Song's Magical Power was profound, but to avoid attracting the Ink Flood Dragon's attention, he dared not get too close or make a move. He had only approached to speak with the giant after a sudden intuition.
