The man who stepped forward appeared to be no less than twenty years old, but the fluctuations of spirit force emanating from him had startlingly reached the Cloud River Level 9!
For someone of his age to possess such cultivation, it undoubtedly indicated that he came from a prestigious background and had exceptional aptitude.
The man was handsome with a distinguished aura. What was rare was that he showed none of the haughtiness typical of someone from a big sect; instead, his expression was easy to relate to. A faint smile on his face made him seem as refreshing as a spring breeze.
He rose into the air and hovered about thirty feet above the ground, drawing the attention of the nearby cultivators before he spoke in a gentle tone, "Fellow Daoists from all over the Nine Provinces, Song Zhui greets you."
As he spoke, he performed a courteous circle bow.
Immediately, a faint whisper emerged from the crowd: "That's Song Zhui from Yuanhong Hall!"
