Immediately afterward, another figure emerged from the Mist Wall opposite the enormous figure.
He was likewise a hundred zhang tall, but he wore golden linked armor adorned with beast-faced shoulder guards, draped in a bright yellow robe and cinched at the waist with a raw-silk tasseled sash. On his feet were a pair of jet-black tiger-head boots. Standing opposite the first man, the two looked like a pair of imposing divine generals.
Shen Luo saw that this man's face was likewise shrouded in golden mist. For a moment, he could not be sure whether his own face looked the same to them.
After the two figures appeared, they glanced at each other, snorted coldly, and turned to look this way.
When they saw the two figures on the ground, they both uttered an "Eh?" in unison.
Then, their bodies rapidly shrank to the same size as Shen Luo and the other man, and they walked over.
"Daoist, could this be the fourth person?" asked the silver-armored man, who had walked slightly faster. His voice was warm and mellow.
"That is correct. This fellow Daoist is the fourth person we have been waiting for so long," said the old man in white.
The yellow-robed man who followed behind sized Shen Luo up and said, "After waiting so long, the fourth person has finally appeared. Does that mean only the last person has yet to show himself?"
His voice was somewhat strange, high-pitched and even rather grating.
"I have already found some leads regarding the last person. You two need not worry," said the old man in white.
"Excellent. Then shall we continue with our previous agenda?" said the silver-armored man.
Shen Luo was utterly confused, but he noticed something: although the two newcomers kept examining him, neither of them asked about