Sanctuary Island's long-closed reception hall opened at sunrise.
Two teams of reserve knights pushed open the doors and descended the slope. Two of them stopped on each step, standing ramrod straight.
The reserve knights descended in sequence. Once all three hundred and thirty-three steps were filled, a group approached from afar.
Qin Ran and Shiqi walked side by side.
One step ahead of them were Nisir and an unnamed Sanctuary deacon.
"So dazzling."
Looking at the reserve knights clad in silver-white armor, Shiqi felt as if the sunlight reflecting off them had flashed into his eyes. He instinctively raised a hand to shield them.
Qin Ran also glanced at the gleaming, resplendent reserve knights before shifting his gaze to the unnamed Sanctuary deacon.
Though those reserve knights were impressive, the one who truly drew attention was this Sanctuary deacon.
The man's aura had begun to decline, as aged as his appearance suggested—aged according to the standards of the Mystery Side.
Yet he remained agile.
The three hundred and thirty-three steps were as flat ground beneath his feet.
More importantly, though, was the way the Sanctuary members looked at him.
That was no longer mere respect.
It could only be called reverence!
It was far more pleasant than the surprise and suspicion in their gazes when they looked at Qin Ran.
"We finally made it up!"
Shiqi let out a long breath.
More than three hundred steps naturally meant nothing to him, given his daily training, but the stares of those reserve knights were becoming a little too much for the police chief.
In truth, Qin Ran felt somewhat uncomfortable as well.
He simply hid it well.
"This way, please!"
The unnamed Sanctuary deacon bowed with meticulous formality and gestured for them to proceed.
Nisir did the same.
He even maintained