Jian Wushuang's mouth twitched slightly, just as he was about to speak when he was interrupted by a gusty wind.
"Force?"
Both of them became alert simultaneously, their sharp gazes fixed on the swirling clouds on both sides of the road.
"Who dares to cause disturbance here?" a voice, ethereal yet steady, echoed, followed by the clear cry of a crane from within the clouds.
An ethereal but extremely calm voice resounded, followed by a clear crane cry from the clouds.
Then, the clouds parted, and a ten-li wide Scarlet Crowned White Crane soared out, with a white-robed old man sitting cross-legged on its back.
"Quite the entrance," muttered Nan Xuan under his breath, preparing for a fight.
The white-robed old man gracefully descended and landed on the green stone road, while the ten-li wide crane transformed into a young boy upon touching the ground.
