"Senior Green Dragon, that old fool is practically begging for death. Why not go teach him a lesson now?" Hearing the crazed laughter of the Ji Clan's Patriarch echoing from afar, the Demon Ape King was the first to lose his patience. He knew that for the Dragon Daoist to kill the Ji Clan's Patriarch would be as easy as snapping his fingers, so he pleaded for him to act.
"Wait. That war chariot is strange." However, the Dragon Daoist completely ignored the fleeing Ji Clan's Patriarch. His gaze was fixed intently on the war chariot.
At his words, everyone's attention shifted to the chariot hovering in mid-air, and their eyes involuntarily locked onto the small palace situated upon it.
*Squeak~~~* Finally, the doors of the small palace swung open. In that instant, everyone's hearts quickened, and their expressions grew extraordinarily solemn.
To their surprise, however, when the doors opened, only an elderly man stepped out.
He was very old, if not eighty then certainly ninety, but his cultivation was not particularly strong—merely at the first level of Heaven Martial.
But after this old man emerged, people realized he was dragging someone by the hand: a middle-aged man.
The man was splendidly dressed, tall and imposing, with a head of black hair that reached his ankles, drifting freely in the wind, giving him a dashing air.
Moreover, he had thick eyebrows and large eyes, possessing a rather heroic appearance. Yet, for all his impressive looks, this middle-aged man seemed to possess not a shred of cultivation.
Not only was he without cultivation, but his mind also appeared somewhat addled. Even now, having walked to the front of the chariot, he didn't spare anyone a proper glance. His eyes were vacant, a foolish grin on his face as he wolfed down two roasted chickens in his hands, eating with ravenous delight as if he hadn't had a meal in a hundred years.
"No way. You've got to be joking. just this old man and an idiot? *This* is his so-called secret weapon?"
"Figured it was just a bluff. The Ji Clan's Patriarch is truly laughable, ha ha ha..."
After closely examining the two figures at the front of the war chariot, the tense hearts of the onlookers settled, and they all burst into scornful laughter.
They sensed absolutely no threat from the pair. The old man was only at the first level of Heaven Martial; far too many people present could extinguish him with ease.
As for the middle-aged man, although he looked impressively heroic, he was obviously a fool, and a powerless one at that. Most people disregarded the two of them entirely.
"This man... he looks familiar." While everyone else relaxed, Chu Feng felt a growing unease.
From the moment the pair appeared, he had focused all his attention on the middle-aged man. He felt a nagging sense that he had seen this man before, but couldn't recall where.
Simultaneously, the Dragon Daoist was also scrutinizing the middle-aged man. Although he hadn't detected anything amiss, his gaze remained wary, with a persistent feeling that the man was not so simple.
Suddenly, the old man moved. He didn't attack anyone from the Jiang Dynasty. Instead, he reached toward the middle-aged man beside him and used his hand to push aside the long hair covering the man's forehead.
"Stop! Master, stop that old man quickly! You cannot let him touch that man's forehead!!!" In that instant, Chu Feng's pupils contracted, his expression changed drastically, and he shouted out in alarm.