C222 Black Light

The moment Zhou Yi walked out of the cave, a dozen cultivators surrounded him.

"Oh? Sect Head Hei Yao is finally willing to show himself?"

Zhou Yi slowly raised his gaze and locked onto one of the figures among the dozen cultivators.

The man wore a black robe and held a folding fan. He had a long braid that resembled that of the Qing Dynasty.

It wasn't very tall, around 1.7 meters