They two also slowly followed behind the ranks.
As Zhong Renwang walked, he pretended to be nonchalantly tying his waistband, and asked in an affectedly relaxed tone, "Where on earth did Wu Yun and the others go? And where is Master Zashi now?"
His voice seemed calm, yet like undercurrents surging beneath a placid lake, faintly carrying a trace of barely noticeable tremor.
"Seven Evils Palm" Sect Leader Zhaxi Banfeng looked bleak and grief‑stricken, his eyes filled with sorrow.
His voice, choked with grief, slowly said, "Master Zhong, ever since they stepped into the Life and Death Gate, a long time has passed and they have yet to emerge. In my humble opinion, I fear the omens are grim and the chances of survival slim!"
His words were like a heavy hammer, smashing hard into everyone's hearts, making the already suffocating atmosphere grow even heavier, like a massive boulder pressing down on their chests, leaving them unable to breathe.
