The Matriarch of the local Bahshi Assassination Group was kneeling on the spot with an absentminded expression, looking up to the open sky.
Wu Long turned his gaze from her with a sigh, seemingly shaking off the displeasure, as five Spatial Rings flew into his hand, picked up by thin streams of water from the lake.
In the direction he turned to, the twins were looking at him with round eyes, which caused him to chuckle, as he took one step to instantly approach them.
His hand rose and the talismans reacted, deconstructing the barrier.
The talismans started withering, and the array disks cracked and fell around him as he approached the two with normal steps.
The twins slightly nervously looked around at the crowd of assassins that was still surrounding them, but for some reason none of them moved, while Wu Long approached with a smile.
