A long time had passed, and it was already night.
The sky above the Evil Spirit territory had long turned heavy.
Thick clouds gathered unnaturally, blotting out even the faintest trace of moonlight.
Within the Chong Family's main hall, silence pressed down like a physical weight. Min Chong sat at the head of the hall, his expression calm.
Behind him stood the Four Guardians. The four Martial Sovereigns who had captured Logan this morning. Their presence alone made the air tremble faintly.
One wore black armor etched with crimson veins that pulsed faintly, as though something alive slithered beneath the metal.
Another had pale eyes devoid of emotion.
The third was the leader, the oldest among them. He had silver hair and a crooked face.
The fourth remained completely covered in a dark robe, face hidden.
None of them spoke. They did not need to.
Their auras alone were enough.
