At that moment, the exit of the pit had been sealed, and if someone came down from above, it must have been the person who sealed the exit.
Instantly, everyone in the pit looked solemnly towards the two individuals descending into the void.
As the two people descended to a certain point, they stopped mid-air. Upon closer inspection, both individuals were holding onto a rope. The rope was coming down from the exit.
Ding Fan's face was also grave. He didn't know who the other party was or why they were calling him by name right from the start. He did not remember knowing these two individuals.
"Who are you?" Ding Fan asked loudly in return.
"Myriad Demon Sect ... Bian Zhimu," the young man said indifferently. "Why? Haven't you been looking for me?"
People from the Myriad Demon Sect?
The people present exchanged looks.
