A black-clad figure appeared, slowly advancing in the air with hands behind his back.
Beside him, two others followed. Yet under the overwhelming momentum of this person, they seemed invisible.
The Vice Sect Master No. 2 of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect.
Yan Nan!
He came in person!
"Greetings, Vice Sect Master."
Everyone in the Wei Wo Zheng Sect bowed deeply and orderly.
Only Duan Xiyang slightly lowered his head, considering it as a greeting.
Yan Nan descended with hands behind his back, gracefully landing on the mountaintop. Someone beside him brought out a chair, and Yan Nan sat on it directly.
Calm and composed, dignified and solemn.
Looking at Xue Fuxiao in midair, he said: "Lord Xue, won't you come down for a chat?"
Xue Fuxiao laughed heartily and said: "To chat with the Wei Wo Zheng Sect's Vice Sect Master Yan, who shakes the world, is indeed my utmost honor."
His white robe fluttered, and he descended from the sky.
