"T-Thank Heavens! Haha", the leader of the disciples of the Seven Extreme Swords Sect spoke with a slightly nervous 'relief', "W-we are from Sects belonging to the Martial Alliance of the Righteous Sects... Fellow Daoist-..."
"Righteous... huh", Wu Long chuckled, "It seems you missed the part where I said I went inside this room with you, dear Righteous ones"
As he spoke, the disciples of the three Sects exchanged gazes with renewed panic in them.
"Not to mention, who said I was part of the Righteous Path?", he then added, waving his hand with the glowing patterns.
The young man who had a devastated expression since earlier, and then a lost and somewhat distant one, drifted toward the outside of the formation, moved by the column of glowing text that surrounded him.
He did not react much, silently observing.
