Ling Zhenfei was astonished. This was Wu Yingxiong's trump card—so many cultivators, including those at the Late Stage of Zhiyi Realm. Indeed, they were not to be underestimated.
He felt a vague worry inside. With so many cultivators on his side, could it be the same at Phoenix's side? If it were indeed so, then her situation might be perilous.
"Friends coming from afar, is that not a joy?" A confident and loud shout came, and a middle-aged man walked up to Ling Zhenfei.
Enveloped in abundant Northern Spiritual Energy, this man's strength was at the Mid-Stage Zhiyi Realm, roughly on par with Ling Zhenfei. Dressed in a white martial arts uniform, he looked like a highly adept and saintly figure.
The man sized up Ling Zhenfei: "Not bad, kid, so young yet you possess the cultivation of the Zhiyi Realm, truly a genius."
"Senior, have I been impolite?" Ling Zhenfei asked, recognizing that this man was the person in charge here.
