Cultivation with a System in the Modern World
Santigo froze, his bravado momentarily replaced by caution.
The tallest of the group stepped forward, his face obscured by a hood. The streetlamp behind him cast his figure in an eerie silhouette. Santigo hesitated, his voice laced with uncertainty. “Who are you? And what do you want from me?”
Two of the figures flanking the hooded one stepped closer, revealing themselves as Leo and Diego from Emsgate. Santigo had heard whispers about them—dangerous whispers. He swallowed hard.
The hooded figure tilted his head slightly. His voice was low, almost hypnotic. “Do you want to take revenge for that slap?”