Ning Sihua looked up, then saw three distant figures approaching from afar. 

The leader held a jade ruler. He wore a high-topped hat characteristic of the intellectual class, and his hair and beard drifted in the wind. He was an elder with a benevolent gaze and the air of a Daoist. 

To his left was a man with twin swords, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. His eyes were sharp as a hawk’s, and when they opened, they seemed to crackle with electricity.

To his right was a man holding a long spear. He wore dark robes, and his skin was fair and clear. He looked a bit over thirty, and his aura was austere and iron-willed.

When she saw this group, Ning Sihua was instantly a bit stunned. 

She recognized the leader at a glance. The elderly man with the jade ruler and high-topped hat was the palace master of Luyang Academy, Wang Chundu. 

He was a true Anāsrava Realm Xiantian Martial Ancestor!

“Who are the other two?” Ning Sihua whispered under her breath.

“The one with the two swords on his back is the vice palace master of Luyang Academy, Xuan Youlong.” Shen Jiusong hurriedly explained, “The one with the long spear is the Huaiyang Marquis, Le Zheng.”

Ning Sihua was briefly stunned. “The Huaiyang Marquis?...