A raging wind suddenly gusted outside the window as Mochizuki Kawa, Ishino Ryuichi, and Nakai Masami spoke.
Then an invisible force instantly swept over.
Mochizuki Kawa and the others frowned almost instantly.
"Hmm? Is that brat here already? So fast?” said Mochizuki Kawa deeply with a murderous look in his eyes.
"Perfect! Now that he is here, we can kill him," said Ishino Ryuichi sullenly as he smiled coldly and picked up his blade.
Just as they were about to go out, a resounding and imposing voice instantly swept throughout the hall.
"I am Mo Wu-Ya, son of the King of Fighters. I am here to pay a visit and hope Sword God can grant me an audience!" "...hope Sword God can grant me an audience!"
His voice was filled with internal energy and sounded thunderous as it echoed in the air.
The entire Sword Shrine shuddered uncontrollably.
Ishino Ryuichi and the others were stunned.
"What?"
“Mo Wu-Ya?"
"The King of Fighters' son?"
"What is he doing here?”
Mochizuki Kawa and the others were startled and looked perplexed.
Due to past national feuds in history, the Chinese and Japanese martial arts circles weren't on friendly terms.
However, Mochizuki Kawa and the others had undoubtedly heard about the King of Fighters before since he was a pillar of China.
But his son was still young, so they had never heard of him, let alone ever cross paths and be in contact with him.
Why did he come to Sword Shrine out of the blue?
"Did War God Castle send him to help plead for Ye Fan?" said Sword God with his brows furrowed.
"Quit guessing. Just ask him after he comes in."
Ishino Ryuichi was impatient by nature, so he sent someone to lead Mo Wu-Ya into Sword Shrine without giving it any thought.
No one knew what the King of Fighters' son was doing at Sword Shrine.
Meanwhile, Ye Fan was strolling through the streets of Tokyo with Suzumiya Eigetsu.
The clean streets reached to the end of the skies.
Both sides of the street were filled with people while tall trees were planted next to the sidewalk.
Tokyo was modern and at the same time, peaceful.
The piercing sound of car horns couldn't be heard in Tokyo.
There was also no sign of people rushing around.
The pace here was slow, and everyone seemed to be doing their best to enjoy life.
Couples took pictures by the roadside. They smiled blissfully as they pressed the shutter.
And some elderly fed pigeons by the roadside.
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