"Ah!" A cry of surprise burst from the youth's mouth the instant he parted the bushes; his body staggered backwards several steps, nearly falling on his rear.
The youth named Tu Meng was visibly shocked, his face painted with terror!
"What happened?" The members of the Heron Branch, who had been watching intently, were startled, and some of the younger tribe members immediately drew their blades, prepared for any unforeseen events.
"Stop! Don't act rashly. Tu Meng, what's going on?" Ying Lu, still level-headed, saw at a glance that the youth was unharmed and appeared only to have been frightened.
"Chief, there's an Immortal Master inside, but he looks..."
"Humph! What's wrong with how I look?"
Before Tu Meng could finish his sentence, the bushes flashed wildly with green light, which suddenly disappeared, followed by a cold snort, and a figure strode out from within.
Everyone, including the elder, was taken aback and hurriedly fixed their gaze.