A red-robed elder in his sixties landed in the small courtyard. He was clad in a crimson robe, his face was flushed bright red, and even his eyeballs were a fiery red.
The red-robed elder was like a blazing furnace. The moment he landed, the entire courtyard became scorching hot. Zhaang Ye, who bore the brunt of it, felt as if he'd been plunged into a crucible; his hair and clothes nearly burst into flame.
'This old fellow has a powerful Cultivation Technique!' Zhaang Ye thought. He abruptly unleashed a Tornado that spun ceaselessly around him.
As soon as the heat radiating from the red-robed elder touched the Tornado, it was instantly swept aside.
"Hmm?"
