With skies turning dark, in the dark courtyard of Ghoul Dojo, the black-qi-wearing people blended with darkness and stayed quiet like a shadow.
At that moment, with a long lantern in hand, the oldest instructor walked to the courtyard and stabbed it on the ground.
Then, he scratched a matchstick and lit the lantern, illuminating the faces of the black qi-wearing people.
Eight other instructors entered the courtyard with long lanterns in hand and stabbed them down to the ground.
With their other hands, they scratched the matchstick and lit the lanterns, making the atmosphere something out of a historical movie set.
Step~ Step~ Step~
With heads bowed, everyone turned to the front of the courtyard, and a man entered the courtyard with his hands crossed behind his back.
His mustache of two neatly trimmed curls framed his stern expression perfectly, and he wore a long black coat that billowed dramatically as he walked.
