Not far behind Bai Yijun stood a burly, middle-aged male cultivator—Elder Xi Qiuhuan of the Ten Thousand Dao Soul Clan.
In the distance, from about three thousand meters away, several more Elders flew over.
Ye Tianling's Soul Talent swept over them, allowing him to learn some of their identities.
They were Die Qing of the Heavenly Butterfly Soul Clan, Li Cangsheng and Li Wancang of the Cang Mountain Soul Clan, and Celestial Serpent King Teng Qingyi of the Celestial Serpent Race.
There was also Elder Roc King Yao Yan of the Golden-winged Roc Clan, and that ugly old woman, Yao Yu.
Ye Tianling noticed that, aside from Elder Roc King Yao Yan and the Celestial Serpent King, all the other Daoist Ancestors were glaring at him with undisguised hostility.
"Little beast, this Daoist Ancestor is speaking to you. Didn't you hear me?"
Bai Yimei frowned, his voice a cold reprimand.
