Walking in front was a black-haired man of medium build, only slightly taller than the only female among the six. His jet-black hair formed a sharp contrast with the sickly paleness on his face. He had never taken off the black sunglasses on his nose even in the peacefully lit airport hall. He waved a silver cane in his hand and walked alone.
Among the three people following closely behind him, there was a man wearing traditional martial arts uniforms from the Eastern Continent, with a finger-wide red belt tied around his waist. His whole body was neat and tidy, without any extra decorations. Such a simple-dressed man stood with two people wearing expensive diamond watches, branded casual suits, and fashionable noblemen. It felt like a white porcelain cup was placed between two gold cups
