The first profession that came to Lin Bai's mind was—
Assassin!
Lin Bai took another couple of looks at the man. He did indeed look somewhat like an assassin.
"Do you want to stay alive?" the Aloof Swordsman asked, staring at Lin Bai with a solemn expression.
Compared to his tense and solemn expression, Lin Bai seemed relaxed and composed, completely unlike someone trapped in a perilous place.
"How do we stay alive?" Lin Bai asked curiously, pressing him for more details.
The Aloof Swordsman looked around and said coldly, "According to the rumors passed down in Nine Underworlds City... as long as we make it through this night and wait for dawn to arrive, we can leave this strange white fog."
"But while waiting for dawn, many strange things will happen. So we need to band together for warmth and stay together as much as possible, so we can watch each other's backs."
"Only then will our chances of surviving be greater!"
Lin Bai frowned when he heard this. He had entered this place alone in the first place, intending to see what secrets this strange white fog concealed.
"Could you be Liu Hen, the Hate-the-Heavens Blade, ranked seventh on the White City Assassin List?"
From the words of those seven people, it was hard to tell where they had come from. They seemed to have fallen into Lin Bai's presence from different places, yet had gathered here. Clearly, it had not happened by chance.
After the Aloof Swordsman finished speaking, he turned his gaze toward Lin Bai. His eyes were clearly asking... What about you? How did you get here?
"Are they human?"
Lin Bai, the Aloof Swordsman, and the courtesan from Red Candle Hall all turned their heads, locking onto the direction from which the voice had