"That voice... it's the headmaster!"
"Wonderful, the headmaster is here! This scoundrel is doomed!"
"Headmaster."
Hearing that familiar voice echo toward them, Su Qian and the others lit up with joy. As though they had found a pillar to lean on, they no longer looked as wary and frightened as before.
It really is Mang Tianchi...
The reactions of Su Qian and the others confirmed Ling Feng's suspicions.
Suddenly, he looked at the void directly overhead. Space rippled like water there, and then an elderly man in Green Robe, his head covered in white hair, stepped out of the void.
The elder in Green Robe looked very old, but his face bore an upright air. Beneath his white hair and temples, traces of his youthful good looks remained.
Yet despite his kindly appearance, his eyes, as deep as ancient wells, held the weight of countless years. At first glance, he seemed like a master who had returned to his true, unadorned nature. Every movement and turn seemed casual, but closer observation revealed powerful fluctuations within each motion, leaving the surrounding space utterly still...
That aura belongs to a Half-Saint, without a doubt. This old man must be Mang Tianchi.
Looking up at the elder in Green Robe in the air above, Ling Feng narrowed his sharp eyes slightly. He dared not be careless and went on guard. The energy within him began to stir, ready to respond to Mang Tianchi at any moment.
Facing a Half-Saint, Ling Feng naturally dared not lower his guard. That was especially true of a veteran Half-Saint like Mang Tianchi, who had lived for who knew how many years.
Is this fellow really a youth under twenty? Why can't even I see through his exact strength? Just where did he come from?
While Ling