When compared to the two monstrous figures, he appeared relatively normal. With his long black hair tied back and standing at a modest height of 180 cm, he resembled an ant attempting to intervene in a battle between elephants.
Amidst the onlookers, many cultivators found this scene amusing. However, none of them dared to release even a chuckle, fully aware that all three individuals involved were formidable figures whom they couldn't afford to offend.
Meng Hu, the esteemed patriarch of the Mountain Shattering Palm, gazed at the middle-aged man and nodded in agreement. "As fellow Daoist Xue has stated, I shall let this matter go," he concurred.
With those final words, Meng Hu swiftly turned around, his gaze falling upon the worry etched upon his elder's face. In that moment, his breath grew heavy and his complexion paled.
