Everyone in the room was jumpy as startled birds. When they saw the door open, they all reacted at once, assuming fighting stances and drawing their weapons.
Fan Lang flew in with his group and came face-to-face with the people inside. Both sides remained wary as they sized each other up. Fan Lang saw that there were over thirty of them, all unfamiliar faces. He did not recognize a single one, but their strength was decent enough. All were above the True Self Realm, and many were Middle Gods.
Without such strength, they could never have made it this far.
Leading the group was a handsome young man holding a silver spear wrapped in python patterns. Man and spear alike radiated heroic vigor, carrying an extraordinary bearing.
The young man with the silver spear looked Fan Lang over, his eyes lighting up as he blurted out, "You're Fan Lang from Aurora Academy, that famous genius everyone's been talking about lately!"
"You flatter me," Fan Lang said with a smile.
"I never expected even you to come here."
"An opportunity like this doesn't come twice, so I brought my people in to take a chance."
Silver Snake Young Master shook his head. "You came to the wrong place. It's far too dangerous here. We've lost many brothers along the way these past few days."
"If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch the tiger cub? Of course a tiger's den is dangerous," Fan Lang said.
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Silver Snake Young Master. I lead an expedition team specializing in dangerous places. More than half the people here are my subordinates, while the rest are people we encountered here and allied with. They're in much the same predicament as us, so we hit it off and joined