"Who is it?" Luo Chen shouted loudly.
The figure did not answer, only quickly ran towards them.
As the figure drew closer, Luo Chen and Qing Shuang could make out the person's face—it was a haggard old man, his eyes showing fear and unease.
As if something was chasing him.
"Don't be afraid, we won't harm you." Qing Shuang said softly, trying to calm the old man's emotions.
The old man panted, seeming to have just gone through an intense chase.
He looked around, and then his gaze fixed on Luo Chen and Qing Shuang.
"Who are you?" The old man's voice trembled, filled with vigilance.
"We are Sect Disciples, here to investigate some things." Luo Chen replied, while remaining vigilant, observing the surrounding environment.
The old man seemed to react to the term "Sect Disciples," a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
"Sect Disciples..." the old man murmured, then suddenly grabbed Luo Chen's arm, "You came at the right time, I have something important to tell you."
