Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong stood back to back, their expressions tense as they quickly scanned their surroundings.
Four directions.
To the south stood an old man clad in deep red church robes, holding the Black Moon Holy Scripture in one hand.
To the north, a youthful man with gray hair and handsome features commanded attention whether it was due to his stunning heterochromatic red and blue eyes or the fact that he was seated in a wheelchair.
To the west was a golden staff, the surface densely engraved with patterns of dragons, birds, tigers, and other beasts. With its arrival, there seemed to be a sweeping majestic aura of a herd of beasts running rampant, enveloping heaven and earth.
To the east, behind the sparkling Silver Radiant Holy Sword, a man with huge white wings folded his eyes closed. A golden wing-shaped sign glowed bright on his forehead while the sky disk of the moon appeared behind him, as if he were a deity.
