“I must ask you all to clear the area as quickly as possible, don’t allow anyone to come near. One of our companions has suffered grievous injury.” The Wine Master’s voice was calm, deep.
“Absolutely,” Mo Yu responded. “Do you need any further assistance, commander?”
“Make this a restricted area.”
“As you command.”
Mo Yu cast his eyes to the mysterious trio, silently watching them for a moment before running back to his mecha.
His brief glance at the party revealed that there were indeed three of them, but the green light made any further distinguishing characteristics difficult to reveal. Considering the rank of the man he encountered, he didn’t dare press for more information, much less try to spy what they were about. To your average Adept, the Paragons were like living gods. – and the three Masters of the Eastern Alliance were their godly protectors. How could he dream of disobeying?
Three hours later.
