"Who goes there? State your name!!"
Just as the five stood there in a daze, two figures flew out from the city and stopped before them. As their Soul Power circulated, nine Spirit Rings descended around each of them—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—and each held a Coiling Dragon Staff.
Seeing this, Yue Guan stepped forward and cupped his fists. "Elder Qian Jun, Elder Jiang Mo."
The two were indeed Qian Jun and Jiang Mo. Upon recognizing the people before them, they withdrew their martial souls. When they saw Murong Huai, they hurriedly cupped their fists in salute. "Qian Jun and Jiang Mo pay respects to His Highness the Holy Son."
Murong Huai waved a hand. "No need for such formalities, Elders. Why are you here?"
Qian Jun stepped forward. "In reply to Your Highness, Her Holiness the Pope ordered us brothers to guard this place and follow your arrangements."
Murong Huai nodded. "You've worked hard."
"We wouldn't dare." The two quickly waved their hands. Then Qian Jun spread an arm toward the city. "Your Highness, please enter the city."
"Alright. Let's go in."
Jiang Mo immediately gave an order toward the city. "Pass down the command! Open the gates and welcome His Highness the Holy Son!!!"
"By your command!!"
As Jiang Mo's voice fell, the enormous black iron gates at the heart of the city rumbled. Amid the clanking of chains and turning gears, the incomparably heavy gates slowly opened to either side, revealing a broad passageway.
The group descended and stood before the gates. Then, with several loud rumbles, two red-and-black off-road vehicles drove out from the city and stopped in front of them. A person stepped out from each driver's seat, hurried over to Murong Huai, and dropped to one knee in salute.
"Your