A party of people headed straight for the main hall, where someone was indeed waiting.
The man wore coarse commoner's garb with his sleeves habitually rolled up to his elbows. His arms were brawny and his hands thick and large. His face looked quite rough and he sported a beard, with his chin clearly having a patch singed and curled. Standing there, he did not look like a profound-gate expert proficient in talismans, but rather like a blacksmith who had just gotten up from in front of a forging furnace.
Then, he heard Yu Nan's slightly astonished remark: "So it's Sect Master Xu of the Hundred Refinements Gate..."
The man in the hall gave a loud laugh, cupped his fists, and said, "Everyone, Xu Yang is here."
This man clearly cared little for formal courtesies, yet his words, actions, and bearing were open and forthright. His cultivation level appeared not yet to have reached longevity, but toward the two True Persons and one Calamity Law Grandmaster in the hall, he was calm, natural, unmasked, and unhidden, evidently harboring powerful self-confidence within his heart.
Hundred Refinements Gate, Xu Yang?
Yu Ci inexplicably felt he had heard this name somewhere before, though he could not recall it for a moment. Yet he felt that this Sect Master Xu ought to be extremely famous in the Three Northern Lakes; otherwise, why would Yu Nan have used that tone?
Just then, Xu Yang's gaze shifted over this way: "Could this person be..."
Yu Ci smiled faintly and cupped his hands, originally intending to blurt out Zhang Yan's moniker. However, a slight stir arose in his heart, and as the words reached his lips, he casually fabricated one: "I am Nanhu, greeting Sect Master Xu."
Nanhu was the name of the immortal cave where he