"At long last they are coming." The leader of Radiant Palm Cult said, exhaling sharply while pointing a finger at the two figures approaching from the far distance.
The moment he stopped, a third person followed Yung Mai and the regular Jack. Ever since Jim departed from the temple, his eyes opened wide.
Around him, the gentle murmurs of the assembled monks, Radiant Palm Cult standing in their deep wine outfit, Whispering Wind Cult in their pale white outfit, and the Iron Body in their crimson outfit all froze into an absolute silence.
The air thickened, carrying the scent of leaves in a dried earth as it moved at their front.
All eyes at the courtyard fell and locked on the trio moving toward them from the junction, where the stairs started.
At first, they caught the familiar, venerable leader of Shadow Cult, Yung Mai, his white hair flowing like a banner of wisdom as he led the trio.
