An overbearing pressure was immediately released when the four silhouettes appeared above the skies of the Striding Falcon Sect.
The figures were three men and a woman. Starting from the far right moving westward was an elderly-looking man in green robes, straightened beard that smoothened out and looked like the tip of a sword. He had tied his hair in a daoist topknot and his robes had the image of several mountains joining together to form a mortar and above it was a pestle and mortar. Just standing there one could feel a sense of freshness, the sound of moving water, a harmony between the wood and water elements brought together by a breadth of vast wisdom.