Jimmy Ysabel dressed in flowing robes with a lengthy beard, looking like a sage from ancient times.
When the Martial Saints spotted him, their eyes grew sharp and narrow.
Jimmy Ysabel wasn't unknown to them.
He stood as the sole Martial Saint of this generation, and the only one bold enough to challenge the Mysterious Realm Martial Saint.
Because of this, the people from the Mystic Realm held deep hatred for him.
"Jimmy Ysabel?" Ottor spoke first - the same man who had launched an attack on me.
The remaining Martial Saints moved forward as well.
"Should we head over?" Star glanced at Garcia Coleman.
Garcia Coleman shook his head. "No. We need to win hearts and minds, get them on our side. This isn't the moment to strike."
Star gave a small nod at these words.
Jimmy Ysabel walked straight toward me and the others.
He positioned himself with hands clasped behind his back, calmly studying Ottor and his companions.
