Before Song Lin left the story's world, he had sent two individuals to the outside world to gather intelligence, particularly about Lishan and the tales of Yuann Tiangang and his disciple.
Years passed, and there was no news of their return.
When they finally came back, they brought news of the ancient hidden immortals.
"Ancient hidden immortals? Quickly, bring them in."
Soon, the Upper Pure Pearl ushered in an old man with a white beard.
This old man looked aged, yet his aura was otherworldly, like that of an immortal.
Behind him followed a peculiar-looking individual whose hair and eyebrows were both purple in color.
Purple, known as the most regal of colors, appeared unusually eerie upon this person.
On the other side stood a hunched-backed elder with skin like dried bark.
Additionally, there was a middle-aged scholar with long, slender fingers, donning a Confucian crown.
"Which one of you is the one who slew Li Chunfeng?" the elder inquired.
"Zhai Qianyou? Wang Jiao?"
