'Could it be...'
'Did all the senior brothers who died in the secret realm go back to their rooms after they got out?'
Just as he was feeling confused, a familiar figure appeared at the edge of the square not far away.
Wang Xiedi looked closely.
It was Dong Changsheng.
He saw him waving anxiously in his direction.
Wang Xiedi's heart leaped with joy, and he hurried over.
He had been wanting to ask Mr. Dong where the people who had died and left the secret realm before him had gone, and to exchange information about the situation inside.
"Mr. Dong! You're still around? By the way, have you seen..."
He was halfway through his sentence when he was cut off by an urgent telepathic message from Dong Changsheng.
[Dong Changsheng]: Mr. Wang! Stop talking! Listen to me!
The next second, the information that came from Dong Changsheng made the expression on Wang Xiedi's face freeze instantly.
