The light flickered slightly, and two figures appeared.
On the left was a young cultivator, dressed in luxurious robes, with an arrogant demeanor and a domineering gaze.
He held a jade-bone folding fan, an image of a spoilt young master, but the spiritual pressure circulating around him was no fake, he was truly a Late-stage Nascent Soul.
On the right was an old man, with a gaunt figure, hooked nose, sinister eyes, wearing a brown long robe.
His aura was even more condensed and seasoned, fiddling with two jet-black beads in his hand, also a Late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.
Both of them looked at Xu Ping with a detached appraisal and indifference, as if watching prey trapped in a snare.
"There's really an ambush!"
Xu Ping felt his heart sink, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.
It's better for the other party to reveal their hand than to keep hiding it.
Moreover, though the lineup was strong, it was still within expectations.
