The two men leading the group were also Sixth Seats from the Nanlin Road Daoist Scripture Hall. They were talking as they came in and, judging by their expressions, were clearly acquaintances.
One of them wore a grayish-white, practical uniform, with two imposing greatswords strapped to his back. His features were so ordinary that even Wang Ping's Face Reading Technique yielded no results. His hair was cut short, very much in line with the aesthetics of Wang Ping's past life.
The other man, clad in a grayish-black uniform, was exceptionally short, standing less than five feet tall. He had sharp, simian features that were unsettling to look at. The skin on his neck and hands was a purplish-black, making him look terminally ill.
