The seemingly immaculate young woman turned out to also be a practitioner with uncut hair.
As these words were spoken, the members of the Hall of Wind were once again greatly shocked, and even the Daoist with the surname Shi showed a look of astonishment.
"So it is someone from the Miaoyin Temple. No wonder I have never been able to find your hiding place. The 'Art of Profound Emptiness' of your esteemed sect is indeed exquisite," a voice, also somewhat surprised, came forth.
Above Feng Zhan and the others, the emptiness of space flickered, and the figure of a man in a black robe suddenly appeared.
This man appeared to be in his forties, his complexion pale and abnormal, his lips slightly glowing with a purple fluorescence, looking very eerie.
Upon seeing this man, Feng Zhan happily stepped forward to greet him with the respect due from a junior.
