"Thanks to this place,"
The elder was none other than Michihiro Morita, who had been sought after by many.
A hint of relief showed on Michihiro Morita's face.
He appeared to be in his fifties, tall and well-built, his face tanned and his hands knobby, showing a formidable strength.
"It's only in such a special place as Mount Akagi that using Onmyoji Techniques without making a sound in the city could be so easy,"
A glint flashed in his eyes.
"Let's find out if Yukiko is really in your hands."
Michihiro Morita had made up his mind, if the others had indeed captured Yukiko, he would have to submit.
He took off a pendant woven from a black cord around his neck.
Carved on the pendant was a Flame Tiger the size of a fingernail.
He bit his fingertip, pressed it onto the pendant, and at the same time, the Flame Tiger, which had disappeared due to earlier expansion, suddenly appeared and shrank rapidly, burrowing into the pendant in his hand.