These disciples all looked to be just over twenty years old. Every one of them was broad and muscular, with strength around Rank 25.
The leading disciple steadied himself, stepped forward, cupped his hands, and asked:
"May I ask what brings the two honored guests to the Defense Clan?"
Tang Yuehua smiled faintly. "Please inform the clan leader that Tang Yuehua has come to pay a visit to Senior Niu Gao."
"Please wait a moment."
The disciples of the Defense Clan looked at Tang Yuehua again, their eyes carrying a hint of scrutiny and doubt. After exchanging glances, they hurried into the estate.
Her surname is Tang, and she wishes to see the clan leader... Could this woman be from the Clear Sky Sect?
Though they had their suspicions, none of them dared jump to conclusions. They decided to report it first and see what happened.
A moment later, steady footsteps came from within the estate, and a tall, imposing old man walked out.
The man had coarse features and an exceptionally broad build. Standing there, he resembled a towering black iron pagoda, radiating an unshakable heaviness.
His dark skin was covered in wrinkles of varying depths, the marks left behind by the years and the elements.
Every furrow seemed to conceal memories of past battles and steadfast endurance, carrying the vicissitudes and resolve of someone who had weathered the world.
His face was ruddy, but it was by no means the bloated flush of someone who had lived in comfort. Rather, it was proof of years of training and vigorous vitality.
Most striking of all were his enormous, bell-like eyes. His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, so deep that it seemed capable of piercing straight into a person's heart.
A mere sweep of his eyes made people