Opposite the burly man sat a female cultivator dressed in yellow Daoist robes.
A thin veil covered her face, revealing only her sharply defined jaw, and she exuded an icy air that kept strangers at bay.
Her cultivation had reached the peak of the fifth layer of Qi Refining. She held a three-inch flying sword, glimmers of light flickering along its blade-clearly a magical artifact of considerable quality.
Seated beside the female cultivator was a thin old man with an aged face.
He had the highest cultivation among them, having reached the peak of the sixth layer of Qi Refining.
His strength was about the same as Qing Chen's true strength, only one step away from the late Qi Refining stage.
He held a yellowed ancient book in his hands, and a sharp gleam occasionally flashed through his cloudy old eyes.
The last cultivator sat at the far end of the private room.
He wore fitted black clothing, his stern features seemingly carved by knives and axes, and his cultivation was firmly at the sixth layer of Qi Refining.
His hands rested on his knees as he sat with his eyes closed, resting his mind, seemingly uninterested in everything around him.
Cao Banxian cleared his throat and gave a light cough, breaking the silence in the private room before introducing the cultivators to Qing Chen one by one.
"Fellow Daoist Li, this is the blue-robed scholar Liu Yunfeng. He is at the fifth layer of Qi Refining and is proficient in the art of runes."
The blue-robed cultivator smiled and cupped his hands.
"The burly man beside him is Iron Fist Zhang Dali, at the peak of the fifth layer of Qi Refining. His body is formidable, and his strength boundless."
The burly man gave a slight grin by way