"Those must be Jia Nan Academy's guardians, the Qianbai Two Elders?"
Xiao Ming looked at the two gray-robed old men by the gate and thought to himself.
The Qianbai Two Elders' original names were Bailie Qianmu. They were Peak Dou Zong experts, and in order to break through to Dou Zun, they remained in seclusion year-round.
They would only appear briefly after Jia Nan Academy's annual Selection Competition, or when Jia Nan Academy faced a crisis of life and death.
They were the two strongest people Xiao Ming had seen so far.
There were probably only a handful of people in the Northwest Continent stronger than them.
Hu Gan's voice gradually faded through the valley, yet the Qianbai Two Elders showed no reaction at all, as though they had not heard him.
Seeing that his words received no response, Hu Gan did not speak again. He maintained his cupped-fist salute and waited quietly.
"The Qianbai Two Elders sure have personality."
Seeing this, Xiao Ming blinked and looked toward the two gray-robed figures by the pavilion, his expression growing somewhat strange.
With Hu Gan's status in the Jia Nan Academy Outer Academy, no one would normally dare leave him hanging like this.
Though that status was practically nonexistent before the Qianbai Two Elders.
Yet now that Hu Gan had summoned them, they acted as though they had not heard a word he said. It was hard to say they were not doing it on purpose.
Was this the bearing of the strong?
After the silent atmosphere had persisted in the valley for nearly ten minutes, the robes of the Qianbai Two Elders, who sat cross-legged before the pavilion gates, finally trembled slightly.
Then, two pairs of ancient, utterly placid eyes lifted beneath the gray robes. Their gazes swept calmly over Hu