"Are you the Zhao Brothers from the Jinhai Sect?" The young man at the center suddenly smiled at the three of them and asked.
"Who might you be? Fellow Daoist Hou, what is going on here?" The large man's face showed a look of vigilance.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao, don't be impolite. This person is the Great Elder of our sect! The other is Junior Martial Brother Lin." The elder also spoke up, but his words gave the three of them quite a start.
"The Great Elder, could it be Elder Han from your honored sect!" The leading large man exclaimed in disbelief.
"Indeed, I currently serve as the Great Elder of the Drifting Cloud Sect. Han Li sent Martial Nephew Hou to invite a few fellow daoists here, which may have been a bit presumptuous." The young man smiled with a flash of pearly white teeth.
It was none other than Han Li who had hurried all the way from the Drifting Cloud Sect to the State of Dongyu.
