After a while, dozens of figures appeared in front of Zhao Hai and the others. Zhao Hai stood there without moving. He just looked at those people with a smile on his face. Those people soon came to a dozen meters in front of Zhao Hai and the others. Although they were all elite disciples of various sects and each of them had an extraordinary aura, Zhao Hai still noticed one of them at first glance.
The man was wearing a long, moon-colored robe. He looked gentle and refined, but for some reason, Zhao Hai felt extremely uncomfortable when he saw him. Zhao Hai knew very well that this was not an illusion. This man's body was filled with a very strong yin energy. This Yin Qi was not ordinary Yin Qi. It was the yin Qi of a ghost. In other words, he was carrying a very powerful ghost. Either he was cultivating a very terrifying ghostly technique, or he had this feeling. When Zhao Hai thought of this, he could roughly guess the identity of this person.
