Chapter 627: Doubts Arise
The crowd turned their heads in unison, their expressions varied.
Xuan Cheng and his companions were filled with caution, while the group of men in black appeared more perplexed than anything else.
The sudden voice had caught everyone off guard, as if someone had been lingering nearby all along, yet no one had detected their approach beforehand.
Even Song Qingshu’s gaze grew solemn as he looked in the direction of the voice. Moments ago, his attention had been divided between caring for Ren Yingying and countering Xu Zhu’s moves. Despite his distraction, there were few in the martial world capable of approaching so silently.
Who was this person?
All eyes followed the source of the voice.
A tall figure emerged, unusually imposing, with silver hair and beard, a ruddy and smooth complexion, and a demeanor of benevolence, exuding an otherworldly, taoist charm. Unfortunately, his image was somewhat marred by the filthy state of his plain green taoist robe.
“This man…” Song Qingshu’s expression shifted as he felt an inexplicable sense of reverence and awe rise within him. In the depths of his memory, he seemed to faintly recognize this figure.
Master Fang Zheng was equally taken aback. He quickly stepped forward and bowed respectfully. “Fang Zheng greets the esteemed Grandmaster of Wudang.”