Following the huge wolf’s descent into the world, Han Li and the others slowly surrounded a silhouette glowing in red light.

The four stared at the person with unrestrained hostility.

Both the Silver-winged Night Fiend and the Lion Hawk observed from a distance, not willing to involve themselves.

“Fellow Daoists, why are you surrounding me? I haven’t done anything to offend you!”

The silhouette was a man about fifty years of age with a kindly appearance — Master Scatterwind. His eyes were wildly glancing at each cultivator that surrounded him.

“Why are you acting so stealthy after just arriving?  If you don’t have any sinister designs, you should’ve come with some other scheme in mind,” Grand Immortal Xu said.

“Fellow Daoist must be joking. I only risked coming in knowing that there were so many experts here. Since I don’t know who is friendly, it is only natural to be careful,” Master Scatterwind jabbered.

“Is that so? Then why did you hide by my side?...