"Are they Elder Qian and Elder Bai, the guardians of the Inner Academy?"
Looking at the two elders who had suddenly appeared, Ling Feng was neither particularly surprised nor the least bit flustered.
They were merely two Peak Dou Zong guardians; Ling Feng could deal with them with one hand. Even if the Half-Saint Mang Tianchi came, he would not be afraid.
However, he did not want to fall out with Jia Nan Academy-or, more precisely, forge an irreconcilable feud with the Lei Clan, one of the Eight Ancient Clans.
After all, he did not yet have the strength to challenge the Eight Ancient Clans.
While Ling Feng was sizing up Elder Qian and Elder Bai, they were scrutinizing him as well.
Beneath their gray robes, two pairs of eyes, as still as ancient wells and as serene as those of old monks, stirred faintly the instant they settled on Ling Feng.
One elder, whose long hair was pale white, even gave a slight shudder beneath his gray robe and murmured in surprise, "Why can't I see through this brat's strength?"
"Old Qian, you can't see through him either?"
Elder Qian, standing beside Elder Bai, heard his startled murmur. He immediately turned toward Elder Bai and quietly transmitted his voice. Elder Bai kept his gaze fixed on Ling Feng, but rather than answer Elder Qian, he cupped his hands toward Ling Feng and asked, "May I ask this young... sir's name?"
A trace of reverence colored Elder Bai's hoarse voice, drawing everyone's eyes toward Ling Feng.
"My name is Ling Feng."
Ling Feng showed Elder Bai a little more respect and gave his name. Upon hearing it, Elder Bai exchanged a look with Elder Qian beside him.
"Ling Feng? Old Qian, have you ever heard that name in the Central