C2527 Surround!

Upon hearing the voice, everyone turned in unison toward its origin.

They beheld an elderly man clad in a tattered black cloak, clutching a vine staff, emerging from the nearby shadows.

"Dark Shadow Old Man?" Rakshasa Girl's eyes snapped open.

The surrounding crowd quickly bowed with fists clasped: "We pay our respects to you, Dark Shadow Old Man!"

Indeed