TAP... TAP...
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed through the dense fog, like a drum beating against one's heart.
The fog slowly thinned, and the newcomer's silhouette gradually came into focus.
It was a man with curly hair.
A blood-stained silver cross swayed gently on his chest, and the hem of his pure white priest's robes flapped wildly in the wind.
Within his lowered cuffs, the dangerous glint of silver could be faintly seen at his fingertips.
At the same moment he appeared, a figure like a black tower slowly materialized on the street behind Hu Qi.
The man wore rust-spotted armor, his brawny frame like a great bear poised to strike.
And on the other side, ripples spread across the puddles as a barefoot monk in yellow robes approached.
His wide conical hat was pulled down low, revealing only a chiseled jaw. With every step he took, the surrounding puddles seemed to be repelled by an invisible force.
