They saw the Golden monk descending from the sky. Everybody was confused by his question.
They followed his eyes and looked at an empty space. Suddenly they heard somebody clapping their hands.
As expected of the Golden monk, I can't fool you. Vermilion suddenly appeared out of thin air.
He was sitting on a rock watching all of them. There was not even a speck of dust on his clothes.
They all looked up at the Vermilion trapped by Aira. He turned into a pool of blood and disappeared.
" This isn't possible, his vessel shouldn't have this type of ability." Aira whispered with a frowned.
" I believe it's a borrowed ability from his new master." The monk replied. Vermilion frowned.
His face grew cold and his eyes blazed with rage. " I have no master." Then he relaxed realising the monk was getting to him.
" I would suggest you all retreat, I cannot protect you." The monk told them as he walked slowly towards Vermilion.
