Yu Guanhai and the others raised their eyebrows slightly at the clansman's words.
"So, they've arrived."
Yu Guanhai said, his expression calm.
"Who are the Martial Artists Donghua sent this time?"
The short, stocky middle-aged man beside him, Yu Ze, spoke up. Members of the Moon Race were generally beautiful and fair-skinned, but he was an exception.
"Four Martial Artists of the younger generation: Jiang Jiushan, Zhang Zhizhen, Ji Yunzhou, and… Zhou Yuanjue. The oldest among them isn't even thirty."
Yu Guanhai replied.
"Zhou Yuanjue…"
Yu Ze's expression tensed slightly, as if he was once again recalling that young man from the Kunlun Mountain Range who had unleashed terrifying power in a fit of rage.
"They're all from the younger generation. Is this the new era Daoist Bailong wanted us to witness?"
Behind the three of them, a tall elder with white hair and a matching beard, dressed in a white robe and wearing a silver mask, spoke up.
