Three figures parted the void and approached after only a few breaths of expectant pleasantries.
One had graying temples and wore a neat short tunic. The other two wore plain long robes. Though their weathered faces could not conceal the sharpness of their sword-like brows, and they stood nearly nine feet tall, despite their advanced years they radiated a wild, head-on pressure.
The three approached in turn, smiling as they clasped their fists.
"Tree Venerable, it has been a long time!"
"Hahaha, it is rare for old friends like us to gather. In the blink of an eye, another ten thousand years have passed."
Seeing this extraordinary group of old men, Yi Feng rose to his feet with even greater anticipation in his eyes. As the elders exchanged fist-clasping greetings, they also noticed the unfamiliar young cultivator.
After examining him for a few breaths, they discovered that Yi Feng's aura was deep and unfathomable. Surprise appeared on their faces, and they could not help but look more closely as they spoke.
"Tree Venerable, who is this young friend?"
The old tree stroked his beard, rose, and clasped his fists as he introduced him with a smile.
"Gentlemen, this is young friend Yi Feng, a rising talent I have come to know. To meet so many friends in this Demon Suppressing Prison and drink and converse together today is truly a fine thing."
The three elders nodded repeatedly, smiling warmly at Yi Feng.
"Young friend Yi, this old man is Xu Nanbei. Please, take a seat so we may speak."
"This old man is Chang Yuhai, of the Kun clan lineage."
"This old man is Mu Rufang."
Before Yi Feng could even speak, they were already smiling and nodding at him. Their experienced faces carried goodwill, and they exuded an extraordinary