Shortly after, a beam of azure light flew swiftly from the distant sky, arriving above the battlefield in an instant. As the azure light gradually dissipated, a tall figure was revealed.
He was a man of mature and distinguished appearance, seeming to be in his early thirties, yet his brows reflected a calm and composed demeanor, honed by years of experience.
An azure wood hairpin held his long, black hair in a bun at the back, with a few stray strands falling beside his ears, adding to his carefree elegance. His robe, in azure hues, was of exquisite quality without appearing opulent, the hems gently fluttering in the wind, giving him an aristocratic, almost celestial presence.
Upon seeing him, Zhuang Xian and Zhuang Ji hurriedly flew forward to greet him, cupping their fists in salute: "Elder Ling."
"Brother Zhuang Xian, brother Zhuang Ji," Dongfang Ling nodded slightly.
