Feeling that the boy in his hands was quite cunning, Ye Weiming was hesitating whether to untie the ropes binding him when he suddenly heard the sound of rushing wind against fabric.
Turning his head, he saw an old man in white robes rushing towards them at extreme speed from the direction of the valley. Within moments, he was right next to them.
This man had snow-white hair and a face full of wrinkles, which were so deep that they seemed to be able to crush a mosquito. However, his eyes were clear and bright, just like a young man, without any sign of muddiness.
From the dreaded look in the eyes of the Xuanming Elders and Ah Da, it was quite apparent that the old man's strength was directly proportional to his age!
Such an age, matched with a terrifying power that could make experts like the Xuanming Elders feel dread.
The identity of this white-robed, elderly man was seeming to reveal itself.
