"Family Head Sir!"
The commander turned and bowed respectfully, with the entire troop spreading to the sides to make way.
The newcomer was a middle-aged man around forty-plus years old, exceptionally tall and robust, exuding an aura of authority and power.
He wore a golden mask that covered half of his face, with a golden lightning mark imprinted on his brow. Despite his age, his features were still striking, and his golden eyes could penetrate one's soul, bringing a heavy sense of oppression with just a casual glance!
Yin Luo and Jiang Mu both turned pale, their legs trembling as a primal urge to submit welled up inside them.
Even Yue Lin furrowed his brows slightly, his cold and indifferent face showing a hint of gravity.
Yet, he kept his back straight, looking towards the middle-aged man walking slowly through the crowd, and placed his hand on his chest to salute, "Greetings Family Head Shou He, I didn't expect you would come personally today."
