Xia ping 'an's ears were very sensitive. Although he was standing, he could still hear the whispers of the surrounding crowd.
It was a rare occasion. Almost all the important people in the undying city had appeared one by one.
"Ah, I didn't expect master Fire Crow to be here as well."
"Master Fire Crow is here!"
There was a commotion in the crowd at the entrance of the steward's Hall. Xia Pingan turned his head and saw the steward, accompanied by an old man wearing a Black Mage robe of the WAN Shen sect with golden patterns on it, flying over and standing in front of the line.
The old man had a horse-like face and a goatee. He seemed to have taken good care of himself and looked like he had lived a comfortable life. However, he raised his face and nostrils slightly, giving off an arrogant look.
