Ye Weiming had expected abundant rewards, but they hadn't immediately materialized. Instead, two clear whistles sounded once again from the ranks of Huashan Sect and two figures leapt out, one tall, the other short, both well over fifty. Their long knives shimmered as they landed in front of Ye Weiming.
These two elders' appearances were quite comical. Besides their difference in height, their attire was also highly unconventional.
In front of the two stood two stark white vests with exaggerated designs, each adorned with a large red cross in the middle of the chest.
One would be hard-pressed to tell whether these two were martial arts masters or battlefield medics.
Ye Weiming stepped back and furrowed his brows, "Who might you two be?"
The taller elder said, "We are the martial uncles of Xianyu Tong, and the famous 'Two Elders of Huashan' throughout the Martial World!"
