Yang Zheng heard that inner voice and glanced at his sister, Yang Ling.
He did not know whether she could hear it too.
But he knew Lin Yi had made up his mind to press deeper in.
Still, Lin Yi had saved their lives, and Yang Zheng wanted to say a little more.
He planted his black staff on the ground, straightened up, and said, "Young Hero Lin, you saved my sister and me. I shouldn't hold anything back, but that's all I know about that place."
"We've never gone any deeper."
"If you insist on going in, I'll give you one warning."
He paused, then continued, "You can't beat that thing by relying on brute strength. Old Zhou was level fifty-nine, and even he couldn't withstand it. You're a lower level than him, so don't even think about fighting it head-on."
Lin Yi nodded. "I know."
From Lin Yi's indifferent response, Yang Zheng knew his warning had fallen on deaf ears. He said no more.
He sighed and cupped his hands toward Lin Yi. "Young Hero Lin, we're heading back to Looking North Town. Until we meet again."
"Take care on the road," Lin Yi replied politely, though inwardly he approved.
These two know when to leave well enough alone. At least they didn't cling to me.
It's better that they're leaving. Now I won't have to worry about anyone else while I work.
Yang Ling had wanted to say something, but after hearing Lin Yi's inner voice, she kept quiet.
She supported the limping Yang Zheng, and together they headed for the exit.
After a few steps, Yang Ling looked back at Lin Yi's retreating figure and asked softly, "Brother, who... who is that man?"
Yang Zheng was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "I don't