The halo dispersed, revealing three figures.
At the forefront stood an old man in his sixties. Gray hair draped over his shoulders, and his white brows stood upright like steel needles. His lean frame was clad in a billowing black Daoist robe, while occasional flashes of sharp light flickered from his half-lidded eyes.
Two middle-aged men followed at his side.
One of them was around forty, with three short strands of beard. His face was as fair as jade, and he appeared refined and cultured. Dressed in a green sword robe, he carried himself with steady composure.
However, his thin brows and narrow eyes carried a trace of chilliness that ruined his overall bearing. Cold light flickered in his eyes as he looked at Fang Mo.
The other was completely different. He was broad and powerfully built, with a broad chest and a full beard whose hairs stood like needles. His aura was heavy and scorching. At that moment, he had his arms folded across his chest, his bell-like eyes glaring fiercely at Fang Mo without concealing the scrutiny and hostility in his gaze.
Fang Mo looked at the three of them, his heart sinking.
These three clearly had not come with good intentions. The old man's aura was obviously similar to Daozhen's and Gu Yu's; he was likely another Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm expert. The other two were both in the True Man Realm, and their strength was likely on par with Mo Xinghe's.
Unfortunately, Fang Mo had been in the Yin Ruins when the army returned. Otherwise, he would have recognized one of them as Yan Chenghai, who had joined Mo Xinghe in accusing him of crimes.
"Bei Xuan, what are you doing here with your two disciples?"
Daozhen's eyes darkened slightly. His gaze swept over the three