Xuan Xiao followed Qian Xunji and the others down from the mountaintop platform. Squinting, he swept his gaze around and found that quite a few people had already arrived. The place was rather lively.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was led by an old man. His hair was completely white, but he looked vigorous and sharp. The gentle and refined young man beside him was probably Ning Fengzhi.
A level ninety-two Titled Douluo accompanied them as well. He was likely the sect-protecting Douluo who had preceded Sword and Bone Douluo.
However, the old fellow's life force was nearly exhausted. He probably did not have many years left to live.
Yu Yuanzhen stood with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. That old bastard had indeed reached level ninety-three.
What a pity, though. Without some great opportunity, level ninety-five would be the end of the road for him in this lifetime.
But now, Xuan Xiao could be two hundred percent certain that this was definitely the setting of an anime.
Because he clearly remembered that Yu Yuanzhen had been a handsome man in the manga.
Yet now that he looked at him, the old man before him was simply a shriveled geezer, his face full of wrinkles like a dried orange. He was nothing like Xuan Xiao had imagined.
When Ning Fengzhi saw Xuan Xiao's group come down, a trace of curiosity flashed through his gentle eyes.
He looked at Xuan Xiao like a collector who had discovered some rare treasure.
The old sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect stepped forward and greeted Qian Xunji first. No matter what, Qian Xunji was still the Pope, so proper courtesy could not be neglected.
Qian Xunji nodded. His handsome face was filled with politeness as he exchanged a few casual