Yang Fei felt several powerful auras coming from outside the courtyard and frowned, knowing that the opponents were skilled.
Outside the courtyard gate, a man in his late forties walked in.
His cheeks were gaunt, his eyes sharp, and he was tall. In his eyes, a crystalline red light flickered.
Behind this man was a monk.
The monk's entire body appeared as if it were cast from brass, shining with a golden glow, resembling the Arhats in temples.
His muscles were knotted, and his stature was about 1.8 meters high, exuding an extremely imposing presence.
However, his gaze was clear and water-like, shimmering with a crystal glow, carrying a gentle aura of Zen.
Right after, another person entered through the villa's door.
This person was short, dressed in yellow shorts and shirt, with a grass rope tied around his head. His whole body appeared like dry wood, exceptionally thin.
Yet, the exposed muscles on the short man's arms and calves shone like yellow amber.
