Surrounded on both sides.
The three were frozen in place.
From the south, a surging storm of Wind, Fire, Thunder, and Lightning revealed the figures of four people—it was Zhang Yang and the other Three Scattered Immortals.
From the north, a young Daoist approached with steady steps.
With an outstretched hand, a Green Light flickered from the south, emanating an odd aura, and landed in the young Daoist's hand—it was a green bamboo staff.
"'Wine Sword Immortal' Gongsun Xun?"
"We're in trouble now!"
Wind and Fire Daoist Wu Far and Li Nan, as well as Zhao Yan'er, bore grave looks in their eyes, not daring to act rashly.
"'White-haired Thunder God' Zhang Yang."
"'Seven Star Hand' Zhao Yan'er."
"'Wind and Fire Daoist' Wu Far, Li Nan."
Seeing the four opposite him, even Gongsun Xun felt apprehensive.
Yet in perfect unison, the gazes of the seven shifted and all landed on the young Daoist from the north.
