"Boom!"
With a thunderous sound, the Golden-Winged Peng placed down the treasure carriages it was carrying and transformed into an elderly man in a brocade robe.
At the mountain gate stood a young man, Yan Feiyu, with dark skin, a rugged face, and a majestic stature towering over two meters. His shoulder-length black hair cascaded down, radiating a wild charm.
"Young Master Yan!"
The brocade-robed elder, transformed from the Golden-Winged Peng, stepped forward and bowed:
"Following your orders, I have brought the people."
"Thank you, Elder Jin."
Yan Feiyu, the young Sky Demon Sect's master, nodded. As he spoke, the last carriage's curtain lifted, and a figure emerged - it was Yi Changqing from the Divine Soldiers Pavilion.
Yi Changqing greeted with a bow and a bright laugh:
"Long time no see, Brother Yan. How have you been?"
Yan Feiyu replied, "Weren't we just together half a month ago?"
