This group of people stopped at the edge of the haze.
Leading them was an old man with white hair. His eyebrows were long, extending past his nose, and they, too, were white. He wore a sky-blue robe and stood with his hands behind his back.
The others stood behind him.
Upon closer inspection, it was surprising to find that eight were dressed similarly to Zaiden.
Eight Masters of the Shenington!
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