White Impermanence's suggestion seemed to be that I was here to prevent them from catching the fugitive, thus obstructing their investigation.
I shrugged helplessly and then took a step back, making a welcoming gesture to them, indicating that they were free to inspect the area.
"Eighth Master, Ninth Master, please go ahead. Though the person inside isn't the fugitive himself, it's the fugitive's son. I hope after you recognize the facts you'll refrain from intervening and let me handle this affair."
"Hmmph, kid, do you think we're so idle? If it's not the fugitive, we can't be bothered to make a move," White Impermanence turned back and said, before continuing to examine the space formed by the black mist.
"Can't enter," Black Impermanence pointed at the black mist and tilted his head slightly.
