Little Qing had just left when a figure appeared in the sky above the Thunder Peak Pagoda.
Even without deliberately releasing it, a powerful aura slowly flowed from this person's body, distorting the space in front of him.
"So it's Yuan Xin, Yuan Li, and Yuan Wu, the three masters," said the man in a grey robe, his half-black, half-white long hair tied carelessly behind his head. His ordinary face wore a faint smile. But upon closer inspection, one would be surprised to find that they couldn't see his face clearly. It was as if a layer of thin mist veiled it, extremely mysterious.
"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Shi Feng. Greetings to you," the three of them said in unison, bringing their hands together in a salute and responding briefly.
Shi Feng glanced around. The turbulent waters below had already calmed down, and the more than half a meter deep water was rapidly receding.
"Just now, I sensed an extremely powerful energy. What happened?" Shi Feng inquired.
