Of the two people who landed behind him, one was wearing a black robe and the other was wearing a blue robe. Both of them had silver hair.
The one in black robe was emaciated. His skin was as dry as a withered tree and his hands were as firm as chicken claws. He coughed and spurted out blood. When he coughed, his body under the black robe quivered like a withered tree trunk that would break at any time.
The old man in the blue robe had a round face, small eyes, and a slightly chubby figure. His injuries were not too serious.
"Who is this bearded man?" The old man in the black robe coughed and bent over. Red blood dripped from the gaps of his fingers that were covering his mouth. When he turned his face and looked at Xia ping 'an with his bloodshot eyes, Xia ping' an felt goosebumps all over his body.
