The air was stirring as if a rock had been thrown upon the surface of a placid lake.
Jiang He looked up and found the center point of the stirring.
It was directly in the skies above his yard.
Elite auras were taking to the skies from the direction of Lingzhou City as well and streaking toward his direction rapidly. Frowning, Jiang He promptly put away his farm as a 'pebble'.
Whoosh!
The first person to reach was a burly white-haired old man dressed in a Tang suit and canvas shoes. He offered Jiang He a fist-palm salute before looking up somberly at the skies.
An elder of the Ji clan?
Jiang He's eyes twitched as he deduced the old man's identity with his aura.
The old man's aura was remarkably similar to Ji Dongxu's, having clearly cultivated from the same discipline. His aura was also firm and strong, even a little superior to that of Yang Luchan, Wang Hou, and the others.
