The two leaders of this group were also Sixth Seats from the Daoist Scripture Hall on Nanlin Road. They had been talking to each other as they entered, and judging by their expressions, they appeared to be acquainted.
One wore gray-white fitted combat attire and carried two outrageously large greatswords on his back. His features were utterly ordinary—so ordinary that even the Physiognomy Technique Wang Ping had learned could not read anything from them. His hair was cropped short, fitting Wang Ping's aesthetic from his previous life perfectly.
The other wore gray-black fitted combat attire and was especially short, seemingly under five feet tall. His face was pointy and monkey-cheeked, giving off an unsettling impression. The skin on his neck and hands was blackish-purple, making him look gravely ill.
After a brief exchange, Wang Ping learned their names and some basic information. The greatsword bearer was called Leng Shan, an Artifact Cultivator. The short man was called Yu Shi and was currently merging with a Demon Weapon, caught between entering the realm and failing to enter it. Moreover, it seemed he had remained in this state for quite some time.
After the six exchanged greetings and pleasantries, Gao Ding did not trouble Wang Ping again. They split into three small groups and stood on either side of the county office's main hall.
After the silence lingered for a moment, Li Rong said in a low voice, "Only the last one remains..."
Before his words had faded, an armored soldier led three more people inside. At their head was a Cultivator in a worn Blue Daoist Robe. He had a long beard, black and glossy with oil, and Wang Ping could not help thinking of Guan Yu when he saw it. Yet instead of a green cap, the man wore a