Mocking
Ryu's speed was quick, but he still lagged behind. When he made it to the first Bronze Protector Spirit that he had sensed, there was already a group of individuals present. They were three in number and they wore the garb of a Sect that he found very familiar, but Ryu cared less about this and the fact that one of them was even more familiar to him.
Vie. That golden haired, green eyed young man that wielded a glaive, the very same junior of the man that he vowed to be his first kill as a Sky God.
Ryu raised an internal eyebrow. Vie was much too strong currently compared to what he should be. It hadn't been that long…