Han Qingtao's expression was as grave as Li Hang's: "Whether or not they are former Heavenly Palace affiliates is still unclear, but I, in my humble capacity, believe we cannot disregard this possibility."
"What Daoist Han says is very true," Li Hang nodded in agreement.
The mountain top fell silent for a moment, as the two men stood in contemplative silence.
After a short while, another flash of Spirit Light appeared in the distance, rapidly approaching and soon reaching the summit.
An elderly Taoist, whose attire was somewhat similar to Li Hang's but not identical, wearing a robe in shades of ochre, appeared before Li Hang and Han Qingtao.
The old Taoist, with crane-like hair yet youthful features, wore a serene and harmonious expression, his breath long and drawn out, inconspicuous but leaving a sense of returning to one's true nature.
"Brother Yan," Li Hang and Han Qingtao simultaneously greeted, paying their respects.
