Two days later, Murong Yuanqing and Yao Lingfu arrived one after the other. Besides the two of them, they brought along three people, all of whom were white-haired elders. One of them was even older than Murong Yuanqing, a person entirely from the last century. Naturally, his cultivation was not as profound as Murong Yuanqing, which made him appear even older. When walking, he was already moving quite slowly, and his back was hunched, making him look truly aged.
Li Yifei, who came to greet them at the airport, was slightly taken aback upon seeing this group of five. Though all five appeared to be in their seventies or eighties, if not older, if they intended to do something, it might turn a whole city upside down.
He quickly stepped forward, performed a junior's salute to Murong Yuanqing and the others, and greeted, "Good day, revered elders."
