Five days later.
Dark clouds swept in.
A torrential rain arrived.
The entire White Dragon City was once again submerged in a curtain of rain, with the sound of gigantic raindrops pattering relentlessly.
Pedestrians were scarce on the streets, with only the taverns and teahouses on both sides filled with Jianghu people.
Inside a secluded inn.
Elder Wen, the young girl, and others who had left the town earlier had already gathered here.
Besides them,
there were also several unfamiliar formidable figures.
Leading them was an elder in a golden long robe, with a kind and approachable face, a full head of gray and white beard, a smile on his face, and an immeasurable aura.
Beside him were strong figures holding spears and broad blades, all with smiles on their faces.
"Elder Dongfang, you've finally arrived."
The young girl Xiang Ling smiled as she spoke.
