A young man clad in white, with a longsword hanging by his waist, bore a stern face. A middle-aged man in a black trench coat, his hair spread over his shoulders like seaweed.
Both men entered the barrier with calm faces, as if strolling unprotected into their own garden, utterly ignoring the concealed isolation tactics of the shelter.
"Judgment Knight Commander Aisaha, we have been looking for you for a long time," the man in white said coldly.
"Oh?" Aisaha looked at the two men with interest. "Lately, many people have been searching for me, but I don't seem to recall you two."
The two men did not speak, only gazing deeply at him.
Hiss!
A blood-red energy hand shot out from behind Aisaha with razor-sharp claws aiming straight for his back. But it was instantly crushed by an unseen force, the two canceling each other out.
The Crimson Hand let out a light huh, but did not strike again.
Yuan Yicheng was about to draw his sword.