At the gesture of Huang Yingying, the disciples of the Yinshan Sect opened the hall doors. Descending from above, Cang Zhen of Lingyin Mountain came into view.
Yet he had come entirely alone; Qinyao, who was never seen apart from him, was nowhere by his side.
The four cultivators inside the hall abruptly sat up, fixing their eyes on this middle-aged man who was vastly outnumbered. From the way they exchanged glances, Qiao Ruohe could tell they were old acquaintances.
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