"No problem. Just a few worthless people."
As Cheng Hui and the others watched the battle, a tall figure, nearly two and a half meters high, slowly approached from behind.
Even before the person arrived, his voice could be heard.
Cheng Hui turned around and looked at the newcomer, his eyes widening in surprise.
"Jin Yuan Master!? You're actually here!?"
The other deputies and spirit envoys of the Golden Wing Pavilion were also surprised, quickly turning around and bowing in greeting to the newcomer.
The person had dark skin, wide shoulders, and a sturdy physique, with a sorrowful face. Just standing still emitted an invisible sense of oppression, causing everyone around to unconsciously breathe lightly to avoid disturbing him with noise.
Jin Yuan Master was bare-chested, wearing a large string of grayish-white stone Buddhist beads, with a white beard hanging down to his chest, gently fluttering.
