The unexpected incident, the sudden rise of the blade, was almost too quick to react to, and a brother was already dead. This change was really too fast and too fierce; the two people in the Hall of Righteousness were momentarily bewildered. After a breath, they finally reacted.
The autumn chill was wrapped from outside.
The unexpected guest was already standing in the center, with a calm demeanor.
In two more days, it would be the beginning of winter. The weather was getting colder day by day, the cold wind blew inside, and the ink-colored cloak resembled a dark sky, slightly billowing behind the 'guest,' bringing an increasingly oppressive feeling.
The second-in-command with a knife scar had already gripped his weapon tightly in his right hand, glancing at the black-faced man lying on the ground with arms spread wide, feeling a vague sense of vigilance and fear, secretly raising his Qi mechanism.
