This was the first time he had seen so many people at Qingzhu Mountain.
After all, he usually led a reclusive life and barely went out.
Or it could be said that most cultivators did not like to venture outside.
People kept arriving one after another.
After about a quarter of an hour, nearly everyone had arrived.
In the plaza, many people were whispering amongst themselves.
Speculating about why the family had summoned everyone here.
But none knew what the matter was.
It was at this time.
Two surging and majestic auras of spiritual pressure burst forth.
Everyone looked up.
They immediately saw an elder with the appearance of a young boy despite his white hair, wearing a Qingzhu robe and with a dignified face, flying through the air.
Next to this elder, there was a scholarly-looking middle-aged man dressed in a blue robe, about forty years old.
