"Those people should be the Star Pavilion's people." A middle-aged man clad in white glanced at a group of people behind a tree shade in the distance thoughtfully.
Beside him was a young woman in her twenties. She followed his gaze and said. "It's not only them. Look at that beggar over there. His disguise is not bad."
The middle-aged man saw a beggar leaning against a tree with his head drooped, seemingly sleeping. He couldn't help muttering. "With such a huge lineup, even if he is a ghost, I don't think he can escape from our eyes."
The young woman shook her head. "You cannot underestimate him. He is a person who can pull the Heavenly Sword. His talent is there."
The middle-aged man pursed his lips and said nothing. He disagreed with her words in his heart.
Just as the two were talking, the surroundings suddenly covered with terrifying pressure, causing everyone in the area to involuntarily shudder.
