"When did so many powerful people start showing up?" Ling Xiao muttered, his eye twitching as he watched the Martial Artist in the sky streaking toward Penzes City like a bolt of lightning.
The person was flying swiftly through the air and was about to pass over Ling Xiao's group when he suddenly let out a surprised "Huh?" He then came to an abrupt halt, descending to the ground in front of Ling Xiao. A travel-worn old man, he sized up Ling Xiao's party and asked in a deep voice, "Is this Marquis Lingxiao's party?"
His aged voice carried a hint of sorrow. After speaking, his eyes scanned the faces of the group, finally settling on Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao took a step forward. 'This old man has a powerful aura,' he thought, 'but he's a complete stranger to me. I can't recall ever meeting a Sword Sect expert like him.'
"I am. And you are...?" Ling Xiao said, giving the old man a slight nod.
