There were four men and two women. Aside from their yellow Celestial Master robes, every one of them carried a whisk on their back. I knew that getup all too well. They looked exactly like Sun Chongyang, except none of them had his devilishly handsome features.
Yet the righteous air on these six people's faces was even stronger than Sun Chongyang's. They were probably experts from the Taiji Sect.
I immediately opened my Yin-Yang Eyes. One look nearly made me slam on the brakes, turn around, and run.
Four Dao Entry-stage cultivators, three of them at the peak of the late Seeking Dao stage. With that lineup, anyone would have been scared pale. But then I thought about it: the Taiji Sect's Divine Movement Technique was unbelievably powerful, and they had already been lying in wait at the Four Little Immortals Temple. I could escape the monk, but could I escape the temple?
The key point was that Liu Cong and Ouyang Hanruo were among them too. I froze for a moment. I had been played. Those two beauties hadn't stuck close to me for nothing before. They had actually concealed their identities and approached me to investigate me during the preliminary round of the Aristocratic Clan Tournament.
I drove cautiously into the Four Little Immortals Temple, but these people didn't seem in any hurry to come looking for trouble.
After getting out of the car, I looked toward the two guest rooms. Zhao Yu and Tong Sanjin still hadn't returned, and anxiety began to churn in my heart. If a fight broke out, I could only run for my life. Sun Chongyang was already formidable enough, and now several of his senior brothers and sisters had come too. There was no way I could beat them to the death.