The Black Dragons

By the time Huizhong finished his tale, the black-garbed individuals were all beginning to stir, raising their heads from the white sands. As for Huizhong's two senior brothers, they'd been restrained with some of Ryker's mana-bind handcuffs after Long Meiling had hit their acupuncture points to knock them out.

"Amitabha, don't overexert yourselves."

As the people on the ground woke up, Huizhong knelt before each of them with a bamboo flask. He poured a few drops of the liquid held within onto their parched lips, the liquid glowing green before spreading that glow throughout each person's body.

'What do you think?'

'Hm? He seems like a pretty good guy, I guess?'

'Not Huizhong, those people in black.'

'Ah.'