The tense air had congealed in the Rock Junction Station Hall, like a sheet of ice on the verge of shattering.
Behind the passengers waiting in line, a sudden voice crashed into the fragile ice like a massive stone, sending echoes rolling through the hall!
Everyone was dispersed by a newly arrived group of Nirvana Knights. As they stepped back, all eyes turned toward the source of the voice.
Along the path opened through the crowd, a young man in a dark gray suit slowly emerged. His tall, slender figure was slightly gaunt, his nose straight and his thin lips tightly pressed together. Under the lights, his sharply defined face revealed a strikingly calm and cold gaze, yet also carried an unpredictable storm.
The only puzzling thing was that a single handcuff was locked around his left hand. The other end was fastened to the wrist of a light-haired woman who offered no resistance, her purple eyes dull and lifeless, her head slightly bowed—as though she were a serious criminal being escorted by a prosecutor.
Before long, there was no need for the Nirvana Knights to clear a path. The people around him instinctively sensed danger from his presence and moved aside, though even they did not quite understand why.
The Gray Robed Man's steps did not seem hurried, yet each one subtly altered the atmosphere in the station. Under his lead, the tension and chaos gradually became orderly.
When he finally reached the very front of the crowd and stood before the two noble girls and the priests, the noble girls and the Nirvana Priests beside them could not help but grow tense.
Compared to commoners, the priests of the Nirvana Branch feared the Nirvana Holy Son even more.
Or rather, they understood better what kind of person the