Suddenly, two figures flickered and emerged. They wore bronze masks and carried two sharp swords on their backs.
Their expressions were extremely cold.
Especially their eyes, devoid of any emotion.
As soon as these two figures appeared, Zhao Zhiruo stopped in her tracks.
Behind her, Lin Xuan and Murong Qingcheng also looked solemn. They could sense that these two people in front were definitely experts.
Two seniors, I have come here at my grandfather's behest.
These two are my friends; my grandfather wishes to meet them.
This is the token.
While speaking, Zhao Zhiruo took out the family token.
In front, a ghost-faced man accepted it, carefully inspected it, then nodded and returned the token to Zhao Zhiruo.
Afterwards, the two of them flickered and vanished into the void.
Whew!
The leaves on both sides rustled, and birds chirped around, creating an ethereal atmosphere. As if those ghost-faced people had just appeared, it felt like a dream.
