Seeing the familiar figures in the room, Bai Que fell silent for a moment. "..."
Unlike them, covered with wounds and looking quite wretched, Gaiyin and the others hardly had any injuries. Only Xi'en looked a bit pale, but the rest were not seriously hurt.
Yadang, who was originally propping up his head, almost dozing off, suddenly became alert upon seeing the four people who appeared in the room.
He stood up, waving at Bai Que and the others with the cheerfulness of an old madam from an ancient brothel.
"Oh my! You've finally come out, we've had such a tough time waiting for you! Hurry, hurry, go exchange your items, and then we can move onto the next round of trials."
Bai Que's face darkened, veins on his forehead bulging, and his hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist.
Pretending not to see this, Yadang lightly stamped his foot and pointed at Bai Que, "What are you spacing out for? Go on, time is so precious, how can we waste it?"
