The clear voice wasn't loud, but it cut through all the other noise, reaching everyone's ears distinctly.
The youths looked over to see a young man in gray robes approaching slowly from a distance. His pace seemed incredibly slow, yet each step covered more than twenty zhang. In just over a dozen steps, he had crossed several hundred zhang to arrive before Zhaang Ye.
This gray-robed young man was none other than Situ Houtu. Unseen for two years, Situ Houtu's aura was now as vast and powerful as the ocean. As he walked, it felt as if a great wall was bearing down on them. The weaker youths, struck by his aura even from a distance, immediately felt a suffocating pressure.
Zhaang Ye glanced at Situ Houtu and smiled faintly. "It's been two years. I never thought Senior Brother Situ's Cultivation would have already reached the Mid-stage of the Martial Arts Sixth Layer!"
