A little far from the martial hall, a black Haval SUV cruised the streets of Huangshan and a man, who seemed to be in his sixties with grey hair, looked through the widow of the vehicle. The tinted glass of the SUV didn't allow for visibility from the outside.
The man had a calm composure and his legs were crossed inside the vehicle with a soft smile etched across his face. He had a white sherwani-style overcoat with thin golden patterns on it and thoroughly ironed white trousers.
The man was feeling ecstatic, as new talents were bound to appear in his martial hall. He was currently heading there to see them when he suddenly felt his phone ring inside his pocket. He smiled as he looked at the name on it before picking it up.
