Under the cold gaze of Zhang Yuan, a man in white clothing emerged from the valley woods.
The other man appeared to be in his thirties or forties, with a touch of gray at his temples. His whole presence was like an unsheathed sharp sword, full of formidable aura, and his slender eyes were deep and indifferent.
He held an iron long spear in his hand, the red tassel at the spear tip glinted like blood, as if ready to devour someone!
The man in white stopped about fifty to sixty steps away from Zhang Yuan and let out a cold snort: "Old Ghost Wei, come out too, don't embarrass yourself in front of the younger generation!"
"Jie jie jie!"
Accompanied by a strange laughter, a shadow darted out swiftly, landing on the right side of the man in white.
It was a shriveled old man in black robes.
With disheveled gray hair, his wrinkled face bore a sinister smile, staring at Zhang Yuan as if a snake had locked onto its prey.
Filled with evil and greed!
