The horse carriages of the Thousand Beast City stopped right in front of the inn occupied by War Banner Academy. Jiang Ying Long had immediately received the news and he came out to welcome the guests.
From within the horse carriages, three outstanding looking men stepped out. One of them was approximately about thirty five years of age and his face was hard and stalwart, a formidable looking man. Another one was younger, looking to be about twenty four or twenty five. But out of the three people, the one who drew the most attention was an old man with a full head of white hair. Although his countenance was already all filled with wrinkles, but those eyes seemed like they had been immersed through the passage of time, well weathered and been through quite a bit in his life.
