The sinister wind dispersed, fully revealing two figures.
They were two cultivators whose bone ages exceeded two thousand years.
One was tall and thin, the other short and fat. Standing together, they made a surprisingly harmonious pair.
The short, fat man had a naturally smiling face, as though he smiled at everyone he saw.
The tall, thin cultivator, meanwhile, looked thoroughly hostile. A scar ran across his entire face, his cheekbones protruded sharply, and his features were so emaciated they had almost lost their shape, like a piece of dried tree bark hung over his face. Who knew what a Spirit Transformation Stage cultivator had endured to become like this?
Beyond that, both men carried traces of demonic qi.
"Young friends, you must be weary from your journey. Forgive us for failing to come out and welcome you."
Everyone summoned their life-bound treasures, their faces paling with alarm. Some reacted so violently that they even retreated several steps.
After all, they faced two Spirit Transformation Stage cultivators. No one dared be careless now.
Of course, among so many cultivators, there were always one or two who had no fear of death, driven to fury by witnessing the Vast Righteousness Sect's true face.
Mockery filled Yun Huanling's eyes. "At a time like this, what's the point of those empty pleasantries?"
As he spoke, he had already quietly summoned the Nine-Bend Compass. It hovered above his right shoulder, ready to attack the enemy at a single command.
The short, fat cultivator glanced at Yun Huanling with a smile, then turned his gaze to the Nine-Bend Compass. "You must be the treasured personal disciple the Heavenly Secret Sect has cultivated within the past hundred years."
"What business is it of yours whether I am or not?"
A trace of insincere pity showed in