At the sage-like old man's words, the expressions of the other three changed in unison. Had it been anyone else, they might have simply been surprised by the existence of such a powerful young man and thought nothing more of it.
But the three of them—the stout old man, the hunchbacked old man, and the dwarfish old man—had been sworn brothers with this divination-adept, sage-like man for many years. They knew each other all too well.
And so, the moment the sage-like old man asked his question, a chill ran down the spines of the other three. The nonchalant looks on their faces hardened into solemnity, for all three of them were reminded of a past event.
It happened over thirty years ago, on a dark and windy night deep in autumn. The four of them, led by their leader—the very same sage-like old man—had used divination to pinpoint the exact location of a tomb from the Ancient Era.
