A ripple of commotion spread through the crowd.
Chen Xuan saw the stationmaster raise his hand and point toward the camp. Then, a group of people headed toward Frontline Band's encampment.
Before long, Li Bo, Lin Qing, and the others entered Chen Xuan's view as well. They went up to greet them, followed by another round of handshakes and pleasantries. Standing in the center of the crowd, Stationmaster Du seemed to be introducing them to the Organization operatives.
The old Lin Qing would never have shaken hands with Organization people so pleasantly, not even if it killed her.
Chen Xuan's gaze settled on the ability user wearing the Arbitration Court insignia.
She was a woman.
Her nose bridge was high, and her pale lips were pressed into a straight line, as though all warmth had been locked within the sharply defined curve of her upper lip. Though her obsidian eyes held a smile, they gave off the illusion of keeping everyone at arm's length. Her long black hair was tied into a single ponytail behind her head, cascading all the way down to her waist.
In terms of appearance, her features were exquisitely delicate, standing in stark contrast to everyone around her. Yet she seemed somewhat absent-minded and did not stand at the front of the group. On the contrary, she had deliberately lingered at the back of the crowd. After sweeping her gaze over the band's representatives once, she never looked at them again.
She could be called the only oddity amid this harmonious atmosphere of conversation.
Even so, she still became the focus of many people's attention.
Her good looks were one reason, but her attire was another major factor. The onlookers around them were almost uniformly dressed in protective suits, all worn down by time into a