Four of the five people had graying hair and flanked a youth in the center, who carried himself with an air of absolute arrogance.
The group of five noticed Lin Hao and his companion, but initially paid them no mind.
The youth in particular, after his gaze swept over the pair, let his eyes linger on Lin Hao for a moment before shaking his head, his disdain utterly unconcealed.
The five were about to depart in another direction.
But just then, one of them turned back and spotted the spiritual storage ring on Xu Zihao's finger.
A moment later, the youth turned around. Staring at Xu Zihao's finger, his eyes lit up.
"We are from the Sword Control Sect, one of the four great sects of the Profound Yang Continent. Would you two be interested in joining?"
The elder who had first spotted Xu Zihao's spiritual storage ring strode toward them, an affable smile on his face.
Xu Zihao's expression was a bit odd.
