Zhang Yu instructed an attendant to go and welcome the guests here.
Before long, footsteps sounded outside. He turned his head and saw Shi Yanxin, Yin Huanting, and another handsome, elegant Daoist approaching.
Two True Cultivators had come with them as well.
Walking in front was a Daoist clad in a light azure, broad-sleeved robe. His forehead was full, his gaze calm, his aura deep and unfathomable. This must be the Shen Ruoqiu Yin Huanting had mentioned.
Zhang Yu looked behind him and saw a young Daoist following Shen Ruoqiu. The youth appeared exceedingly timid. The moment he saw Zhang Yu looking over, he immediately lowered his head, seemingly too afraid to meet his gaze, and unconsciously shrank behind Shen Ruoqiu.
At this moment, everyone was also assessing Zhang Yu. Seeing him standing alone atop the terrace with his hands behind his sleeves, they found him to possess a pure bearing and jade-like countenance, his divine poise bestowed by Heaven, as though a true immortal had descended into the mortal world.
Shen Ruoqiu's expression grew faintly solemn. He sensed a vast and mighty aura surging from Zhang Yu.
From what he had learned before, aside from Shi Yanxin, there were no particularly outstanding figures among the Profound Cultivators. Yet he had not expected such a person to be here.
Yin Huanting was even more astonished. When he had come last time, Zhang Yu's aura had been obscure and inscrutable, and he truly could not judge the man's strength.
But today, everyone, himself included, could directly sense the vast, mountain-and-sea-like aura emanating from Zhang Yu. At this moment, he could not help gaining a little more confidence in this battle.
He stepped forward and bowed with cupped hands. "Fellow Daoist Zhang, as you requested, only the few of us are present