Across from the Qin Ling couple sat four people, all dressed in loose white practice robes. Even though they had all deliberately contained their unique martial artist aura, they couldn't escape the keen perception of Fang Bai and Ghost Hand.
The person sitting directly opposite Qin Ling was an old man of around sixty years old, lean, with half-white hair and beard. His temples were slightly protruding, and sparks of sharpness flashed in his eyes as he opened and closed them, conveying a sense of awe without anger.
The elder sat there leisurely, twirling his beard with a faint smile on his face, conversing with Qin Ling. With every gesture, he exuded the demeanor of a master who was detached from the mundane world.
Sitting to the left and right of the elder were two middle-aged men, one fat and one thin. The fat one always had a smile on his face and occasionally interjected a few words, appearing very amiable.
