Suddenly, Darian felt a wave of energy approaching. In two seconds, two silhouettes with a golden glow entered the underground cave.
There were two men. One of them looked younger than Darian, with a plain face but a firm expression. He wore red clothes with a golden crow crest on his chest.
Beside him stood a middle-aged man with long hair tied back. He wore red and gold robes with the same crest on his chest. But… the skin and face of that man were dry and somewhat wrinkled. That was strange, because Darian could feel he wasn't actually that old.
"You!" the young man exclaimed energetically. "Where are the cultivators of the Evil Path?!"
Darian looked back and remembered the end of that old idiot. To him, it felt like hundreds of years had already passed since those events.
"Speak immediately! We're from the Golden Crow Sect!" the young man roared.
