"Junior Brother, are you all right? Where's that Guardian?"
The moment Huangfu Long steadied himself, he impatiently asked Lin Yu, his sharp, blade-like gaze sweeping the surroundings.
"I'm fine. What Guardian?"
Lin Yu looked blankly at the tense crowd. Even if that Steve hadn't hidden his strength, he was only level 96. Was there any need to be this nervous? And what the hell was this Guardian? For a moment, Lin Yu was completely confused.
"It's good that you're fine! This guy said there was a Guardian of the Eternal Night Church sealed here. We were afraid that bastard would lash out like a cornered dog and make you suffer!"
Huangfu Long let out a long sigh of relief, then jerked his chin toward Ya'en with irritation.
"Hm?"
Lin Yu froze at once, then turned his puzzled gaze toward Ya'en.
"Young Master..."
"Ya'en?"
Ya'en immediately stepped forward. Just as he opened his mouth, a confused call interrupted him. The group temporarily stopped their brief exchange and turned toward the Lord of the Black Prison, whose eyes had widened across from them.
"Hm! Steve, I never expected you to have hidden yourself so deeply. It seems you've been up to quite a few little schemes in your Black Prison over the years. Level 96 strength... heh...!"
Ya'en's pitch-black eyes stared unblinkingly at the Lord of the Black Prison, a meaningful expression appearing on his face.
"So it really is you, Ya'en. What is this?"
The Lord of the Black Prison ignored Ya'en's question and instead looked at Ya'en and the group around him with confusion.
"A wise bird chooses the right tree to rest in, Steve."
Ya'en spoke calmly to the Lord of the Black Prison.
"Ha ha ha ha...!"
The Lord of the Black Prison gave Ya'en an eerie once-over,