Zhou Bai went up and greeted Qian Wangsun.
But before he had said much, a terrifying pressure emanated from the direction of the main entrance, the air in the entire hall seemed to instantly become as solid as reality itself, a heavy force pressing down on everyone, making them feel as though gravity had increased.
An elderly man with white hair stepped in, his gaze sweeping over everyone's form like a beam of sword light, finally resting briefly on Zhou Bai, Zuo Dao, and Qian Wangsun.
The old man's hair was combed meticulously, his back ramrod straight, his clothes appeared pressed, and his entire demeanor was strict, his face cold and serious.
