In the secret chamber.
As the voice faded.
A figure silently appeared at the entrance.
This was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, tall and slender.
He looked to be around thirty, carrying an ancient sword on his back.
If there was anything special about him,
it was his shoulder-length silver hair, adding a sense of mystery to him.
Of course,
silver hair could make some look like celestial beings, but if he were in the real world, he'd just be called silver head at best.
Upon seeing this person,
whether it was Yang Bolin kneeling on the ground, or the few Mo clan elders seated on the main seat,
they all stood up almost simultaneously, actively going forward to greet him.
"Zheng Chu!"
"Fifth Brother!"
"Fifth Great-Uncle!"
Different titles came out from various mouths, reflecting the age and seniority among the elders.
