Everyone here who hadn't passed through was a failure. Some had failed not just once or twice, but dozens of times. However, no one spared them a sympathetic glance; they couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge them. They were all sitting off to the side, meditating and recovering.
"More newcomers. Four of them at once this time. They're pretty lucky. How can so many people make it through like this? Unbelievable..."
"That's right, but so what if they're here? Once they get a taste of this place, they'll realize getting through the Death Fog was meaningless. This is much, much harder."
"Heh heh, looks like we get to watch some newcomers fail again. Falling over and over... I remember last time, there was one who couldn't react in time and just fell to his death, right?"
"I wonder how high they'll get on their first try. I'm guessing fifty zhang at most, not a bit higher!"
