Han Li did not rise immediately. He looked up and gazed over with an expressionless face.
The cultivators within the two streaks of light apparently noticed Han Li on the island from afar. Their speed surged by a third, and with "swish, swish" sounds breaking the air, the white light converged above the island, revealing a male and a female cultivator.
The woman appeared to be around twenty-five or twenty-six, with snow-white skin and hair as black as clouds. She was dressed in emerald palace attire, exuding an air of elegance and nobility. The man, however, seemed to be about forty and wore a white scholar's robe. He had an average face, but his thick, dark eyebrows were like swords, and he emanated a chilling evil Qi from his body, making his complexion as cold as ice.
The two hovered about thirty yards in the air, scrutinizing Han Li together.
Han Li slowly rose to his feet, his body floating upward as if lifted by an invisible breeze.
