"Huh? Why are you so eager to start without us?"
Someone's voice suddenly sounded across the venue completely shattering the formal air that was meticulously cultivated by Byeong-Ho.
Everyone's gaze in the venue, including Sol's, turned to the entrance to see four late figures strolling in.
At the front of the group was a youth that looked slightly older than Sol. He had a clean-shaven head and wore a fancy-looking Daoist robes with excellent silver embroidered on their sleeves and hems.
He looked like a monk from the Shaolin Temple; however, his way of dressing was contradicting from the simple lifestyle Sol knew the Shaolin Temple to have from those old books.
Rather, the other youth who was to this person's right checked all the boxes for being a monk, except for having a clean-shaven head.
