As the lady in the black robe finally revealed her Silvermoon Wolf demon form, Han Li, along with the young man named Xu, Gui Ling, and two others, slowly surrounded a figure radiating faint red light.
The four of them all stared at this person, their expressions very unfriendly.
The Silver-winged Nightfiend Ghost and the Lion Bird watched the scene from a distance, showing no intention of intervening.
"What is the meaning of this, Fellow Daoists? Why surround Zheng here? I have not offended any of you!"
The person within the red light appeared to be an old man in his fifties, exuding a benign aura, but his eyes flickering nervously—he was none other than the True Man of Dispersal!
"If you were transported here, why did you secretly hide away? If you are not harboring ulterior motives, then you must have another agenda," Xu said expressionlessly.
