These three people, two men and one woman.
The two men, one an old man, the other a middle-aged man.
And the woman, dressed in white as snow, drifting like a celestial being.
They resembled three ancient gods, their aura oppressing all heavens, causing Lin Feng and the others to look solemn.
"Their attire is very ancient, not sure from which era it comes from," Song Zongchen slightly frowned.
The presence of the three was extraordinary, making everyone feel pressured.
Lin Feng said, "Are these three people alive or dead?"
Their eyes were closed, making it difficult for Lin Feng to discern their state of life and death, but from the current situation, he preferred to believe the three had already died.
"Swish, swish"!
Yet, the three opened their eyes, their gaze shooting out two icy beams, piercing through as if they could see through heaven and earth.
These were pairs of eyes that seemed to have weathered countless ages.
