Stomp!
Amidst the talking, footsteps resounded.
A few disciples instinctively looked downhill and noticed a black car parked at the roadside about a hundred meters away.
Three figures started walking up the hill, the leader clad in a black long coat, imposingly built.
His face under slanted eyebrows seemed calm, but his eyes carried a hint of aggression, making people unwilling to meet his gaze.
The two following him looked more ordinary, but gradually, the disciples sensed something was off.
The one on the left, clearly leaning on a walking stick, had bright eyes and moved briskly, far better than an ordinary person.
The young man on the right clenched his fists as if anticipating something.
Tap tap tap tap tap.
The footsteps gradually quickened, or perhaps it was the quietness that made them seem faster.
The three figures drew closer, and a few disciples exchanged looks; one summoned the courage to speak.
"Who are you?"
No one responded, Chen Feng simply passed by them.
