Zhao Chen made up his mind and led a group of junior disciples down.
Xu Guang looked at the group of five, growing increasingly surprised. He saw that all five had Eight Diagrams Cloth wrapped around their arms, various jade pieces hanging from their waists, and weapons carried on their backs.
These weapons seemed not to be actual weapons, serving more as decorations than for practical use.
He understood in his heart that these were Suppression Objects.
The five appeared to be Feng Shui Masters.
As Zhao Chen landed, he sensed the energy from the Feng Shui's earth veins and his breath suddenly became rapid.
Completely unable to perceive it!
The other was... Innate!
His breathing suddenly became labored, and his heart slowly sank.
Meeting a senior expert in the wild mountains is not a good thing.
"Are you all Feng Shui Masters?"
Xu Guang asked with a gentle smile.
