Another voice came.
Then, a group of people approached.
In its lead was a forty-year-old-looking man who weighed at least 300 pounds. His bushy eyebrows only accentuated his boorish and brutish appearance.
“Patriarch Sullivan…”
Flynn greeted him with a bright smile.
An elderly man was sitting on a rock at the foot of Mount Littleroot not too far away. He was wearing a green suit with slightly oversized buttons. It somehow looked a little out of proportion. His face was shriveled, and his hair was disheveled.
“I didn’t expect the Johnstons and Sullivans to come… I’m afraid all of the Ancient Four apart from the Cadens are here,” the elderly man murmured with a grim expression.
It was James.
After returning to Western Littleroot City, he went ahead and bought an old-fashioned suit. He also created a face mask and disguised himself as an old man.
“They all have invitation cards. It won’t be easy for someone like me to sneak into the mountains.”
James stroked his beard, pensive. However, he exerted too much force, so the beard fell loose. He hurriedly attached it back to his chin.
He had been waiting at the foot of the mountain for an opportunity to make his way up the mountain to see what was going on.
More and more ancient martial artists arrived.
“The Mount Thunder Sect has arrived.”
The man in charge of verifying the invitation cards yelled.
Three women who were wearing vintage dresses walked in.
In the lead was a twenty-year-old-looking woman in a white vintage dress. Though pure and innocent, she also possessed a certain charisma.
She walked over to Flynn and said, “My father is currently in closed-door meditation. As such, I’m here on his behalf.”
Looking at the woman before him, Flynn’s face lit up, and he asked, “Are you the daughter of Xerxes Campbell, the Sect Leader of the Mount Thunder Sect?”
The woman nodded. “Yes, my name is Delainey Campbell.”
“I see… Please, after you.” Flynn made a welcoming gesture.
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