Fang Lin looked towards those four as well, finding unexpectedly a woman among them, stirring curiosity within him.
The woman was clad in gray, her face cold and gloomy. Her hair was a bit messy. Though her appearance was pleasant, she seemed to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.
The other three were all men, one had a bewitching faint smile on his face, giving him a youthful appearance. Another was extraordinarily bulky, towering about two heads taller than the common man.
The last one seemed to have weathered a lot in life, probably in his thirties. His hair had strands of gray, his look melancholic, and he was very thin.
Upon seeing these four, reverence flashed on all attendees' faces. Even a vicious character like Wang Dalong lowered his head before them.
