The visitor was none other than Zhang Jingxuan, the Jiangnan Xuan Gate Chief and Celestial Master of the Southern Celestial Master Way!
He stood with his hands behind his back, an ancient sword on his back, carrying the bearing of a grandmaster.
The Ghost Opera Troupe Leader looked toward the two people behind him, and his scalp went numb.
On the right stood a burly old man in indigo ritual robes, a multicolored Dharma body wrapped around his waist. His face was as stern as if carved by axe and chisel, and every time his eyes opened and closed, sharp light flashed from them. His hair and beard bristled like halberds, radiating an overwhelming dominance.
On the left stood an old Taoist with a simple, ancient face and hair and beard as white as snow. He wore the distinctive blue Cloud Pattern Daoist robe of the Maoshan Shangqing Sect and held a horsetail whisk. His aura was ethereal. Though he looked aged, he stood there like a mountain thrusting into the heavens.
The Three Pure Ones bell at his waist chimed, throwing the Ghost Opera Troupe Leader's mind into turmoil.
"Fire Cloud Daoist, Leader of the Lushan Sect!"
"Linglongzi of the Maoshan Shangqing Sect..."
The Ghost Opera Troupe Leader gave a cold snort. "What an honor. All three of you came together. You really think highly of me."
His words were hard, but he did not dare act rashly.
Linglongzi of the Maoshan Shangqing Sect, the oldest of the three, flicked his horsetail whisk and said calmly, "Many years ago, your Ghost Opera Troupe ran rampant, wreaking havoc everywhere, and was hunted down by the orthodox sects. I was young then, but I took part in it."
"Unfortunately, we failed to wipe you out completely. That allowed you to rise