Six people appeared in the guest hall, led by a very young-looking man. If it weren't for the faint ripple marks on his face, this man could be considered a handsome youth. Ning Cheng, however, would never mistake him for a handsome youth. The Divine Rhyme fluctuations emanating from this man were not at all weaker than those of the red-haired flat-nosed cultivator he had killed, and they were even stronger.
On either side of this young man stood a charming young girl, one with a head full of silver hair that made her look exceptionally dignified. The other girl's skin was so eerily pale that she exuded a seductive aura.