The newly appeared group exchanged puzzled looks. Somebody wanted to say something, but in the next moment, an Incense Stick Crossbow Arrow whizzed past them.
"If the distance gets a bit farther, I can't guarantee accuracy, so don't blame me if someone gets killed. The same rules apply: I won't ask questions, and you are not to move, speak, or try anything sneaky."
Wen Yan held the Incense Candle Crossbow at a distance, eyeing the newcomers. Thankfully, the Natural Enemy Profession showed no reaction. No reaction was a good sign; it meant his strength was sufficient to handle the situation at hand. But he couldn't be certain if the individual who possessed the sharp-mouthed Ghost was among them.
Wen Yan thought it over and, not wanting to argue with these people, said directly,
"There's an individual who, judging by the tone and content of his speech, appears to be an ancient relic from a long time ago.
"He is adept at possession and consumption.
