Beside Lu Qitian stood two peculiar-looking East Asians. One, a man in his fifties, was draped in red robes. His skin was an unnatural, inflamed crimson, and his face and arms were covered in intricate scriptures. With his hollow, dark eye sockets and deep, piercing pupils, he appeared truly terrifying.
The other was an elderly, bald woman wearing yellow monk’s robes and three Buddhist pendants around her neck. While she carried the air of a highly enlightened master, the onlookers at the airport felt an unsettling, gloomy aura radiating from her, and a single glance was enough to send a chill down their spines.
A reporter recognized the pair. "Those are the most formidable black magic masters from Southeast Asia—the Witch King and Long Po! Why are they traveling with 'God'?"
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