"Fellow Daoist Uncles, Daoist Brothers, long time no injuries," a calm voice, like a gentle breeze brushing past, slowly drifted from outside the Cave Mansion.
The members of the Pine Patterned Sword Sect all changed their expressions.
The Six Hall Masters were on high alert as if facing a great enemy.
Taikun Daoist Master also had a slight change in expression, his gaze intently fixed on the entrance.
In such a moment, the other ordinary elite Stewards, though all at the Foundation Establishment Cultivation, could only remain as bystanders. Each of them tightly gripped the Spirit Talismans in their hands and formed small formations, barely trying to feel somewhat secure.
The moment the voice fell, a slender young man suddenly walked into the entrance of the Cave Mansion, his features quickly recognized by some Stewards.
"Villa Master Lingxin?!"
