Judging by his clothes, he seemed to be a rogue cultivator. A trace of bewilderment and uncertainty still lingered on his face, and only when he saw so many people around him did he realize he had finally made it out.
His body went limp, and he sank straight to the ground.
Xia Jue assessed the man's Cultivation Level: middle-stage Nascent Soul. He cast a glance at someone beside him. "Yang Guo, go take a look."
A beautiful female cultivator stepped out from several paces behind Xia Jue.
She bowed to Xia Jue, then walked toward the man.
By then, a crowd had gathered around the rogue cultivator, everyone talking over one another as they asked about the situation inside the Secret Realm.
Yet the rogue cultivator sat where he was, deathly pale and utterly silent.
It was as though he had just endured a catastrophe too terrible to speak of.
Yang Guo had a round, apple-cheeked face and looked innocent and adorable. Her smile was warm and inviting, too. If not for her Heart Discernment ability, that adorable appearance might have been rather more genuine.
"Fellow Daoist, are you all right?" Yang Guo's voice was not loud at all, yet amid all those people, hers alone reached the rogue cultivator's ears clearly.
To the rogue cultivator, the others were undoubtedly a swarm of annoying flies, but Yang Guo's voice made him feel as though he were soaking in a sweet spring.
Perhaps because her voice was so distinctive, the others all turned their gazes toward Yang Guo, wanting to see which little girl had been so thoughtless.
Only after they saw the clothes this "little girl" wore did the other voices gradually die down.
Those people from the Enforcement Hall were all impeccably dressed, but sadly, they almost never