(Second update)
"I... I'm not dreaming, am I?"
The burly gray-clad man in the lead slapped himself, leaving a deep red mark on his face. It hurt quite a bit.
"Hiss... That hurts... I'm not dreaming."
The burly gray-clad man stared at Yang Ming's group in shock.
If Yang Ming and Tang San possessing domains had already left them utterly dumbfounded,
then the monk and the weathered middle-aged man sitting in the corner were simply beyond his comprehension.
Towering like mountains, unfathomably deep!
That was the first impression the two men gave the burly gray-clad man.
He had only vaguely felt this sort of sensation when meeting the sect master.
No, these two were far more mysterious than the sect master!
The burly gray-clad man's massive body trembled again and again. Their sect master's strength might not have been unparalleled in the world, but he was still among the first rank. Yet he was actually weaker than these two?
Just who were this monk and this middle-aged man?
"My apologies."
The burly gray-clad man came to his senses and bowed to Yang Ming's group.
"The sect is quite far away. Please follow us."
As he spoke, the burly gray-clad man secretly observed them from the corner of his eye.
Originally, he had assumed Tang Chen and Tang Hao were the leaders of this group, since the two of them were simply too mysterious.
Yet what baffled him beyond measure was that the two of them actually seemed to defer to the white-clad youth at the front.
Looking at Yang Ming's exceptionally handsome appearance, even the burly gray-clad man felt a faint trace of jealousy. He immediately shot forward toward the rear of the village.
The other two gray-clad men smiled faintly and did the same.
Clearly, before bringing Yang Ming's