Naturally, none of them rashly stepped forward to disturb the elders' leisurely pastime. They waited a short distance away while Wu Yuhan introduced them in a low voice:
"The one on the left is Elder Yan, and the one on the right is Elder Zhou."
After that simple explanation, she fell silent.
A thought stirred in Liu Yu's mind. He guessed that this Elder Yan was the Golden Core Cultivator stationed on the front lines by the Yan Household.
About a quarter of an hour later, once the two elders finally finished their game, Wu Yuhan stepped forward to report.
One of the elderly men nodded slightly, after which Wu Yuhan gestured for everyone to approach and pay their respects.
"Disciple Liu Yu pays his respects to Elder Yan and Elder Zhou."
Liu Yu and the others bowed properly as they spoke.
Elder Yan had a burly build and hair that was half black, half white, with a sharp gleam in his eyes. Elder Zhou was comparatively lean, with a long beard and a kindly face. He had the bearing of a true master living in seclusion.
Liu Yu's heart beat a little faster. He maintained his bow, not daring to raise his head.
Perhaps because of the emerald point of light in his Niwan Palace, his Divine Sense and spiritual perception were innately stronger than those of ordinary cultivators. Practicing the Divine Preservation Art had strengthened them further.
To Liu Yu's spiritual perception, the two elders' auras were more than a hundred times deeper than his own, as conspicuous as blazing torches in the night. At that moment, he felt as though he had become a mortal facing the most formidable of predators. Any resistance was meaningless; he seemed fragile and insignificant.
Goosebumps rose on Liu Yu's skin, and