Meanwhile.
Not far from the Clear Sky Sect, two men arrived.
One had silver hair like snow and the face of a young man. His left eye was covered by a layer of crystalline ice, its icy patterns even spreading across the skin around his eye.
His left arm was even more unusual, taking on an almost transparent ice-crystal form, clear and glistening, radiating a chilling aura.
A light gray robe fluttered gently in the wind, adding a touch of mystery and coldness to his presence.
He was the Fifth Elder of Spirit Hall's Worship Hall, Guang Ling Douluo.
The other had neat, short dark-blue hair, deep smoky-blue eyes, and several strands of sky-blue bangs drifting lightly across his forehead.
He had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, with an exceptionally handsome face.
Dressed in a blue-green elder's robe symbolizing supreme status, he stood with his hands behind his back, his aura deep and steady.
He was the Third Elder of the Worship Hall, Qing Luan Douluo.
Qing Luan Douluo slightly raised his eyes, looking at the Clear Sky Sect ahead, obscured by clouds and mist, its ancient buildings faintly visible. There was a trace of puzzlement in his voice.
"I really don't know what Xiao Xue was thinking this time. She insisted on sending us two old fellows to this godforsaken mountain to watch over the Clear Sky Sect, those turtles hiding in their shells, for a while. Do they really dare come out and cause trouble?"
Guang Ling Douluo glanced toward the sect gate with his ice-covered left eye, casually moving his crystalline arm.
His voice was cold. "Why do you care so much? Xiao Xue rarely asks us to do anything. We just need to do it properly. Besides, the request is simple. During this time, without Xiao