The sun continued to set.
The streets were awash in a dim yellow hue.
Tang Hao sat there, delicately sipping his coffee.
A group of people walked down the street and appeared in front of him. They were dressed in black robes, carried wooden staves, and wore sinister expressions.
They were Western warlocks.
Westen warlocks were different from Nanyang shamans. Nanyang shamanic practices were descended from Huaxia sorcery, while Western magic evolved from a completely different system.
Even though the names were different, Huaxia sorcery and western magic had their common points.
Those people soon stood in front of Tang Hao.
They were glaring at Tang Hao.
The eldest among them were about fifty or sixty years of age. Their hair was graying, and the qi auras they emanated from their bodies indicated that they were from the late period of the State of Qi Channeling, about the same as Taoist Master Qian Ji.
