The Mysterious Of All Mysteries (1)

Amongst the three, the one wearing a silver band on his head emitted the strongest aura among the trio, clearly at the late-stage Xiantian Realm.

As for the two standing beside him, one had sharp, eagle-like eyes, while the other possessed short black hair and held a sword at his side. Both were mid-stage Xiantian Realm cultivators.

Against a group like this, even if they were to act hostile, it wouldn't take much effort for Xiao Ming to discipline them with a simple beating.

However, since they had taken the initiative to greet him, he decided to maintain a polite demeanor. With a small nod and a casual wave of his hand, he acknowledged them.

"Are you a new disciple here, little brother?"

The silver-banded youth spoke in a warm tone, his gaze holding a subtle hint of sympathy as he took in Xiao Ming's slightly disorganized appearance.