The newcomer was an old man. Judging by how calmly he faced Xiao Yi Xian's Douqi pressure, he was most likely Starfall Pavilion's sole Dou Zun expert—Venerable Wind.
The old man wore a green robe, his long hair hanging loosely over his shoulders, giving him an unrestrained air. His features were far from ordinary; even at his age, traces of handsomeness could still be seen. He must have been quite handsome in his youth. Perhaps because he cultivated wind-attributed Douqi, his aura was somewhat elusive and unpredictable, giving off an inscrutable feeling.
Xiao Yan stepped forward and bowed. "Are you Venerable Wind?"
The old man nodded, his gaze simultaneously surveying Xiao Yan's unusual group. The woman in white beside Xiao Yan possessed strength nearly equal to his own. He considered himself well-informed in the Central Plains, yet he had truly never heard of such a beautiful woman with such formidable strength.
On Xiao Yan's other side stood Fei Tian, the North Pavilion Master of the Wind Lightning Pavilion. Yet Xiao Yan's group clearly did not seem to belong to the Wind Lightning Pavilion. If the Wind Lightning Pavilion had another Dou Zun, there was no way they could have concealed it until now. Moreover, Xiao Yan had said he was the disciple of an old friend. Venerable Wind and Venerable Lei could at most be considered acquaintances, with no real friendship between them. The respect this young man showed him was not something a disciple of Venerable Lei from the Wind Lightning Pavilion would possess.
Although the young man in the center was weaker than him, he somehow gave him a faint sense of danger. The more Feng Xian examined this group, the stranger he found it.
"Forgive my poor eyesight, but I cannot identify the origins of these two.