Soon, he sensed a strong and tremendous presence slowly approaching from outside the manor.
The inevitable had finally arrived.
Green Lady looked over with slight concern.
A person's fame, a tree's shadow.
An inner residence elder of the Cloud Water Sect, a mid True Martial, a master of Shape Refining and True Form, indeed is somewhat intimidating.
Even though Green Lady knew that Zhou Ping'an's strength had greatly improved, she had no assurance in her heart.
Xiao Chengfeng and Yu Changlie, among others, had even paler faces.
At this time, being able to stand by Zhou Ping'an without a thought of retreating,
made even Zhou Ping'an himself feel that their resolve was strong.
The gate swung wide open.
Upon reaching the doorway, Zhou Ping'an saw a black-robed elder with eyebrows sharp as knives and piercing eyes,
standing there, looking down slightly.
Behind him, more than thirty disciples of the Cloud Water Sect all wore listless expressions.