Time passed, not knowing how long, when two figures emerged, their presences concealed, hidden amongst the clouds.
Before them lay several formations designed to veil their auras.
"Where's the fat sheep?" Ji Buping cautiously inquired.
"In the formation below," Qi Yuan breathed a surreptitious sigh of relief.
As the mists ahead cleared, the figure of someone dressed in a grey robe appeared.
However, due to the obstruction of the formation, the view was not crystal clear.
The grey-robed person seemed quite ordinary, trapped within the ancient formation, with Immortal Spirit Qi flowing around, apparently attempting to break the formation.
For some reason, a sense of immense danger surged in Ji Buping's heart as he laid eyes on the grey-robed figure, as if detecting a significant threat.
"Fellow Daoist... why do I feel that he... seems rather extraordinary?"
Ji Buping spoke up, his voice tinged with a trace of hesitation.
