Outside, two disciples carried lanterns.
It was deep into the night, and the courtyard was filled with the howling of the autumn wind and the rustling of the grass and trees. An elderly man stood behind the lantern, his hands clasped behind his back.
He wore a green robe, his facial features were profound, with three frown lines between his eyebrows, and his mouth corners drooped, completed by a pair of triangular eyes, making him look distinctly uncomfortable.
His stature was tall, and his arms were unusually long, yet his chest was sunken and his back hunched, resembling a white-haired macaque with its hands behind its back, with meticulously groomed white hair and beard.
Following him were two actual macaques, continuously scratching their ears and cheeks, and baring their teeth at everyone.
The visitor was none other than Zhou Pan, the president of the Xianyang Divine Fist Association!