The voices of these speakers were extremely loud and powerful, clearly masters of martial arts with deep Inner Strength.
Xu Xingzhou, Xu Mao, and Zhang Long were confident before, but when they heard those voices, their hearts sank, feeling a vague sense of impending doom.
When the four or five figures leapt into the courtyard, they looked over at them, only to see people with disheveled hair, wearing long robes, some with very long beards, making it hard to discern their actual ages.
Xu Xingzhou's pupils contracted, his gaze swept over them, and he said in a deep voice: "People from the Hidden Sect?"
"Good eyesight. I didn't expect such a small place to have so many martial cultivators."
An older middle-aged, long-haired man praised with a somewhat lecherous gaze sweeping over Yang Wen, Huang Qiaoqiao, Xia Bingqing, and the Mo Family's female relatives, licking his lips with his tongue: "Hahaha, I haven't slept with a woman in a long time, looks like tonight will be fun."
