At those words, Zhou Zhe grabbed Dugu Xiu and Jinuo by the arms.
Interstellar Traveler ability activated!
Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, the three of them crossed space and appeared before the visitors.
At their head stood a man with grizzled hair.
Judging by his appearance, his complexion was rosy, there was not the slightest wrinkle at the corners of his eyes, and a faint radiance shone from his black pupils. His presence was sharp and keen, making him seem like a man who had only just entered his prime.
He was broad and sturdy, though not particularly tall—just over 1.7 meters.
He wore three layers of dark Han robes, with crossed collars folded to the right, flowing sleeves, tied fastenings, and concealed buttons.
From his garments, headwear, hairstyle, facial ornaments, shoes, and accessories, he did not look like a twenty-first-century Earthling. He looked more like an ancient man who had crossed through time and arrived in the modern age.
Zhou Zhe knew him.
Sun Luoyan, the master of the Crimson Firmament Pavilion in Sichuan-Shu. Fifty-eight this year, he was one of the only three remaining Bronze Gladiators in China.
He was the rival of Lin Ye, the first master of the Swift Wind Pavilion, and also someone who was both enemy and friend to Lin Ye.
The sixteen people standing behind Sun Luoyan like statues were dressed exactly like him.
There were eight men and eight women among them, including both youths and teenagers.
Sun Luoyan had extremely demanding standards for talent, temperament, character, luck, family environment, and background when accepting disciples. Very few people could catch his eye, and their inheritance model differed from others', so the Crimson Firmament Pavilion had little international renown.
However, within China's supernatural world, the Crimson Firmament Pavilion was immensely famous,