Mr. Ye looked over the three figures before him. The leader was an old man in a white robe, holding a horsetail whisk and exuding the ethereal air of an immortal. His martial arts cultivation was at the peak of the Profound Realm. Behind him stood an old man in a grey tunic; though it had a somewhat aged look, it was by no means dirty.
The last was an old woman leaning on a cane, walking with a pronounced limp. Anyone who didn't know better would have taken her for a cripple.
Yet the aura emanating from all three of them was at the peak of the early Profound Realm—a remarkably formidable level of strength, especially in such a barren wasteland of the cultivation world.
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