"Haha, Lv Bai my boy, don't rush, don't rush."
It seemed that someone had heard Lv Bai's inquiry from afar.
From the distant Hidden Blade Peak, a deep laughter, like a great bell and drum at dusk, suddenly resonated, sounding like thunder.
The next second, a huge white crane, with an impressive wingspan of over ten zhang, soared into the sky from Hidden Blade Peak.
If you looked carefully, you could see a brawny middle-aged man standing on the crane's head, his feet as solid as if cast from copper or iron, steady even against the fierce wind.
A mere ten kilometers away, the gigantic white crane, accompanied by a whirlwind, arrived in an instant.
As it descended, the wind pressure from the crane's spread wings caused some of the disciples with weaker cultivation to stumble.
"Greetings, Elder Wang."
"Elder Wang."
The disciples of the Cyan Hope Sect below respectfully bowed to the middle-aged man, not daring to call him Wang Du Gui like the other elders.
