Very soon, a group of people surrounded them. Leading the group was none other than Fan Changfeng.
Fan Changfeng, over fifty years old, with a clean-shaven face and a ruddy complexion, exuded a composed and regal demeanor, his expression as calm as still water.
By his side were four young men in yellow robes, their bodies agile like dragons, tiger-eyed and full of life. They looked vigorous and full of spirit.
Stone Millet stepped forward and pointed at Fan Changfeng, asking knowingly, "Is the person coming Fan Changfeng?"
"Elder Shi," Fan Changfeng cupped his fists respectfully, "Fan Changfeng greets you." He, being no rash individual, quickly lowered his stance seeing the unfavorable situation, and said very politely, "I heard about the changes in the main sect, so I came to support."
