Zhou Yu's brow furrowed as he turned his head.
At the entrance of the great hall, unbeknownst to anyone, the figure of an elderly man with grizzled hair had appeared.
Less than thirty meters apart, Zhou Yu had actually failed to detect this person's presence.
A Saint Realm master!
Zhou Yu determined this at once.
This was indeed a true Saint Realm master.
Just then, Sun Ling, who was beside him, immediately knelt on the ground.
"Hall Master!"
Xie Changlin's face turned ashen in an instant, his body trembling, full of fear.
"Hall… Hall Master…"
Zhou Yu's eyes narrowed.
Was this person the Head of the Shenwu Hall?
At that moment, the elderly man with grizzled hair walked in.
"I am Yang Shiwu."
"Wen Shizhou is the son of an old friend of mine, so I would ask that Young Master Zhou show some leniency."
With these words, everyone was stunned.
