In an instant, three figures appeared before Lin Kuang. All of them were middle-aged men who looked to be in their forties or fifties. Their Ancient Martial Arts cultivation had given them robust physiques and rosy complexions, making it difficult to discern their true ages.
The man standing in the center exuded an unmistakable aura of authority. His gaze, fixed on Lin Kuang, was filled with intense pressure. An ordinary person would have felt their knees weaken under such a gaze; this was the natural authority one accumulates after holding a high position for a long time.
This man must be the current Family Head of the Pei Family, Pei Kuoyan, Lin Kuang realized instantly.
"Tsk, tsk. The Family Head of the Pei Family himself graces me with his presence. What an honor," Lin Kuang said with a smirk, his words laced with disdain.
