Nais Makipagdwelo ng Hundred Schools of Philosophers

"They're from the Hundred Schools of Philosophers?" Taken aback, Zhang Xuan raised his head to carefully assess the five people floating above.

The person who was speaking was a middle-aged man in his forties. He had a gray, flowy beard and a tall hat, reminiscent of the typical image of ancient scholars. The long robe that he wore was similar to that of a master teacher robe, the only difference being that it was black in color. From afar, he appeared a little severe.

"He's wearing the same clothes as the four Otherworldly Demons who took Zhao Ya and the others away!" Zhang Xuan's eyebrows shot up.

The middle-aged man was wearing the exact same attire as the four Otherworldly Demons that they had just encountered in Ancient Sage Ran Qiu's ancient domain! From the looks of it, it seemed like the four young men were intending to pose as experts from the Hundred Schools of Philosophers so as to fool Little Amulet!