The moment the old man entered, profound shock filled the eyes of Yi Wulin and Yi Wuyue.
"How could he be here?"
They groaned inwardly, looking at the old man in disbelief.
The old man was dressed in simple cloth robes and a pair of cloth shoes. His temples were streaked with white and his face was ordinary, etched with the deep wrinkles of a weathered life. Yet he moved with a Dragon Walk and Tiger Stride, and his gaze was so sharp and predatory that no one present dared to meet his eyes.
A single glance from him brought with it an immense pressure, enough to make one's body turn rigid.
Following behind him were two figures robed in black.
As for Luo Haisheng, the Pavilion Master of the Luoyang City branch, he was relegated to the very back, standing beside several men in white robes.
This sight sent a wave of silent shock through the many people from Luoyang City in attendance.
