"I wonder which senior stepped in? I am Ye Fengyun of True Martial School. Many thanks, Senior, for your assistance!" Ye Fengyun stepped forward and cupped his hands. At the same time, he swept his gaze around. After that demonic shadow had exploded on the spot, the ghosts and monsters no longer continued their encirclement and scattered in all directions.
"Thank you, Senior!"
"Thank you, Senior, for saving us!"
"Thank you, Senior, for lending us a hand!"
Led by Ye Fengyun, everyone finally snapped out of their shock and hurriedly began expressing their thanks, afraid of angering this senior who had appeared from who knew where.
Then, a figure descended from the sky. It was a young man who looked to be in his twenties.
"Has True Martial School fallen to such a state?"
Ye Xiwen swept his eyes over the crowd as he spoke.
The group looked at one another, not knowing what to say, because they could not fathom what this senior was thinking.
Although this senior looked very young, while they might have only just begun to make their mark, they were not shallow people who judged others by their faces.
Ye Xiwen sighed. The affairs of the world passed in a rush. Had True Martial School already fallen this far in merely a hundred years?
"Are all of you disciples of True Martial School?" Ye Xiwen asked, glancing across them.
"That is correct!" They exchanged looks before answering.
"This junior is Ye Fengyun of True Martial School!"
"This junior is Ye Xueli of True Martial School!"
"This junior is Wen Haoxuan of True Martial School!" He was the young man of twenty-five or twenty-six.
"This junior is Dongmen He of True Martial School!" He was the towering young man, built like an iron pagoda, who looked