"I'm sorry that I'm late!"
A nonchalant voice sounded in the ears of everyone.
Everyone was stunned as they turned their attention to the entrance at the side.
It was a middle-aged man with hair that spread around his shoulders. He had a saber at his back. His fringe was concealing his eyes, but even so, a bright and fearsome radiance could be vaguely seen from his eyes.
Behind that middle-aged man, dozens of followers were trailing behind him. They had the same weapons in their hands. All of them shared an extraordinary vibe that came from someone who held high positions for a long time.
"Who is he?" A middle-aged man observed the horde of people with surprise as he displayed a puzzled look.
But everyone had the same sentiment when the horde of people emerged. All of them were staring at the long-haired middle-aged man who was leading at the front.