Before Brando could stop it, Wind Queen Saint Osor had already left the ring in his hand, as if a phantom turned into a real entity beside him. The elegant Elf Sister landed gracefully and immediately fixed her gaze on the young black-haired, blood-eyed man who walked out from the Light Door, pronouncing his name with certainty:
"Tu Men!"
Tu Men stopped abruptly, "Saint Osor?" The young man in a silver robe had a slight gleam of light in his blood-red eyes: "Heroic Spirit? Moon's Inheritance? You've chosen this youngster too, seems we have a similar taste."
Saint Osor's long eyebrows furrowed slightly, staring suspiciously at the figure before her: "Tu Men, you didn't die?"
Tu Men smiled faintly, spreading his hands: "My student, a millennium has passed, and after a thousand years we're meeting again, is this the first dull question you're concerned about?"
