Song Ciwan walked over to the Silver Armored Military Officer and sighed softly. "What do you think you're doing?"
To the onlookers, the corner of the black-robed youth's mouth merely twitched. More than mockery, his young face wore an expression of exasperation, as if to say, 'How can you all be so stupid?'
Yet, this exasperation was somehow more cutting than any overt sneer.
The City Patrol Department Soldiers supporting the Silver Armored Military Officer couldn't help but shuffle back a step, even as their faces were masks of uniform fury.
Then, the black-robed youth spoke again. "It's simple. I've said it several times now. I have only one demand: none of you are to go to the Spirit Realm Secret Realm. No one. If anyone dares..."
At this, the black-robed youth stepped over the teahouse's threshold.
The City Patrol Department Soldiers holding up their officer scrambled to the side, pressing themselves into a tight, flattened cluster.
