Black Red-Eyed Crows flew in every direction, carrying the news of the Great Protector of the King's City, Mujin, to every corner.
Their cries were shrill and mournful, bringing everyone bad news.
Luo Bo, one of the Protectors, was a Buddhist Technician just like Mujin. When he learned of Mujin's death, he bared a mouthful of scarlet teeth. As he spoke, a crunching sound came from his mouth, as if he were chewing bones:
"This time, the intruders seem a little interesting."
Xiang Zhiyuan, who was traveling with Luo Bo, flicked the snow on his sword sheath. "They killed Mujin in such a short time, and you think they're just a little interesting?"
"Mujin was old and useless. He'd been in the King's City for more than twenty years, hadn't he? He was afraid of dying, so he'd never gone out, and he'd never fought anyone head-on. It's no surprise he died so quickly," Luo Bo said with a loud laugh.
The two walked along City River Bridge toward the Underground City, intent on toying with the new intruders.
Even as they crossed the bridge, they could hear the shouts and sounds of fighting behind them—the White Eyes who had lost their light cores were grappling and arguing with those who resisted.
Neither man had been ordered to deal with the workshop, so neither looked back.
At the end of the river, the King's Army spotted the two men and hurriedly shouted, "The Protectors are here! Open the way!"
Two tall men approached the King's Army.
One wore ragged clothes, as if he had pulled a hemp sack over himself. His arms were bare, and he looked sturdy and strong. But there was an indescribable malice in his face. His eyes darted about, constantly sizing up his surroundings. When he