The clouds parted in the night sky, revealing six human silhouettes. Leading them was a middle-aged Daoist with broad bones and a hefty frame, his face as round as a full moon. His Daoist robe's sleeves were as large as a bag's opening, fluttering in the wind with a rustling sound, supported by a cloud beneath his feet. A faint evil qi surrounded him, clearly identifying him as a Hua Dan Cultivator.
From the adornments on their Daoist robes, it was evident that these individuals were from the Zhengqing Institute.
Zhang Yan's expression remained unchanged, but Liu Yan Yi and Qiu Hanyue were both startled. Just after Wen An's life-or-death situation, disciples of the Zhengqing Institute had arrived, clearly indicating malicious intent, which put both of them on guard.
Liu Yan Yi was even more worried. Knowing that one of them was a Hua Dan Cultivator, she couldn't help but wonder if the master could withstand a confrontation if it ensued.
