Just when Yang Zhenshan and his group settled into the small courtyard, some guests in other courtyards on Wind Island were discussing them.
Li Shangyuan wore a green robe, with a white jade hairpin inserted into his black chignon. He had thick eyebrows and large eyes, with a square face, exuding a powerful aura even while sitting composedly.
"That group seems to have at least four Innate Martial Artists. The leader has an extraordinary demeanor, his beard hanging below his belly, floating like clouds, each strand like ink running through silver threads, shiny and smooth; observing his posture, his presence is awe-inspiring, having the demeanor of a general in the army!"
"There is also an old Taoist in a robe, holding a horsetail whisk, who seems quite aged but moves with ease and grace, likely having considerable cultivation!"
