The Emperor of the Supporting Fall Nation, Hu Lin Yi, stopped on his tracks and looked ahead.
Duan Ling Tian and the others came to a halt as well and followed Hu Lin Yi's gaze.
A group of people was flying toward them at this moment. The leader of the group was an average-built middle-aged man dressed in a green robe. He had a majestic air about him; it was obvious he was a man of high status.
Two old men flanked him closely from behind. One of them carried a long sword on his back while the other carried a long knife at his waist. Their expressions were solemn, their gazes cold, and their auras were domineering.
Nine people stood behind the two old men. Among the young people, there were two middle-aged men and an old man. Out of these nine people, only one was a woman.
'Emperor Xue?' Hu Lin Yi raised an eyebrow as he led his group to greet the middle-aged man.
