Chapter 546 Entrusting_1

The black-robed devil cultivator, with hair as white as a crane's and a youth's complexion, was none other than Xuan Sanren, the venerable ancestor of the Demon Path in the Feather Transformation Realm.

And standing behind him were several Golden Core Stage devil cultivators:

A youngster, extremely attractive but pale-faced as though veiled by a meticulously sculpted, flawless mask of a dead person's skin.

An old man with a sword box, his expression wooden, his eyes devoid of all but the whites.

A brawny monster cultivator, his fingertips sharp, with threads of blood in the depths of his eyes.

These three were precisely the trio of devil cultivators who had appeared outside South Yue City.

The only one missing was that decrepit old crone, babbling on and on.

"This Mr. Zhuang really has some ability,"

the pale-faced youth said with a cold sneer.