"So, here we are…" Luke muttered as the two of them stopped in front of a two-storey house. At the entrance stood two warriors, both bearing the unmistakable aura of third-circle cultivators.
Luke greeted them with a grin. "Sir Bernerd, Sir Brian—how's life treating you?"
"Good," one of them replied simply. Cassian guessed this was Bernerd—the taller of the two, with a black spear strapped across his back. Despite his towering frame and imposing presence, there was a softness in his eyes when he spoke. He glanced at Cassian and asked, "And who's this guest you've brought along, Lucas?"
Luke gestured toward Cassian with casual ease. "This is Cassian. Met him at the arena. He's got an interesting proposal for the captain."
The other guard, a middle-aged man with a silver spear—a hefty weapon with a wide rectangular blade—fixed Cassian with a colder look. His tone carried none of Bernerd's warmth. "What proposal?"
