People Who Do Not Belong to This Era

Reverence for the strong was an instinct humanity had carved into its genes in ancient times, all for the better survival of the tribe.

Not to mention that Longevity Island was a human Forbidden Ground laid bare before them, brimming with danger.

Thus, it was not only Liu Ma and the others who thought this way; quite a few students had similar thoughts.

After all, in their eyes, a powerhouse like Tiandao, who could completely conquer a Fallen Zone, was an unquestionable thigh to cling to in this unfamiliar environment.

Clinging to a thigh was nothing shameful.

Therefore, once everyone had arrived on the beach, they tacitly moved closer to the area where Tiandao and Caroline stood.

As a result, the teams that had originally been scattered across the beach unknowingly formed a semicircle centered around Tiandao.

Before those on the beach could decide on the next stage of their exploration, the thicket of vines at the end of the blue-gray beach suddenly stirred.

The deep-purple vines in the jungle parted slowly to either side as though alive, revealing a narrow path within that had been trampled flat.

A thin layer of moss covered the path, clearly showing that people passed through it often.

Then, a figure emerged from the jungle's shadows and slowly stepped onto the beach.

He was an old man with silver at his temples, around sixty years old.

The old man stood straight and wore a perfectly tailored medieval tailcoat.

Fine silver thread patterns were embroidered across the black fabric, gleaming with a cold light beneath the bleak illumination. A crisp white bow tie sat neatly at his collar, and even his black leather shoes had been polished to a shine, their toes unstained by even a grain of sand.

Such an exquisitely meticulous outfit was