The halo scattered, revealing three figures.
At their head was a silver-haired elder in his sixties. His white eyebrows stood up like steel needles, and his lean frame was clad in a loose, dark robe that billowed in the wind. His half-lidded eyes occasionally flashed with a glint of light.
Two middle-aged men stood beside him.
One was in his forties, with three short wisps of beard. His face was as fair as jade, and he looked rather refined. Dressed in a blue sword robe, he had a steady air about him.
But his slender brows and long eyes held a hint of coldness that spoiled his overall bearing. His gaze settled on Fang Mo, its glint icy.
The other man was the complete opposite: burly, broad-chested, with a beard bristling like needles and a breath that was rough and scorching. Now he stood with his arms folded, glaring at Fang Mo with bell-like eyes, making no effort to hide his scrutiny or hostility.
Fang Mo studied the three men, his expression grave.
These three had surely come with ill intent. The elder's aura was clearly similar to Daozhen's and Venerable 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 seemed about equal to 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 condemning him.
"Bei Xuan, what are you doing here with your two disciples?"
Daozhen's eyes darkened slightly as his gaze swept over the three, finally coming to rest on the lean elder.
Venerable Bei Xuan was also from Taichu Peak. After advancing to the Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm, he