Although there are only seven people, their imposing presence is overwhelming, with not a weak hand among them.
Fang Haohong and the others looked grave.
The seven halted from afar, attired identically in wide black robes that concealed their entire bodies, making it impossible to discern their appearances.
Fang Haohong was alarmed; these seven were dressed exactly like Zhuo Mu.
"Are you all Demon Tamers?" Fang Haohong asked.
"It seems you really know Zhuo Mu."
One of them spoke, their voice hoarse and unpleasant, making it unclear whether it was deliberately done to lower their voice and create an eerie atmosphere, or if they were naturally like this.
"Are you Zhuo Mu's friends?" Fang Haohong asked again.
"We are family. Demon Tamers of the world are one family," the other hoarsely replied.
