Fang Hao hurried, finally rushing near the exit before the Tianyan Secret Realm closed. From afar, he saw the familiar valley, where quite a few people had already gathered, sparse and scattered, numbering about fifty. Compared to the bustling crowd of a hundred people when they entered the Secret Realm three months ago, it was much quieter.
"Almost half lost..." Fang Hao muttered to himself, slowing his pace to blend into the edge of the crowd. He crouched in an inconspicuous corner, operating the Ethereal Art to refine his Qi until it was no different from an ordinary Loose Cultivator, and then quietly observed his surroundings.
