As the three figures entered, the area burst into a complete uproar.
The three of them charged straight in, their momentum unstoppable. Only after the five-mile mark did their pace slow slightly.
Soon, they broke past the Eight-Mile mark and continued onward without stopping, finally coming to a halt in the Ninth-Mile zone, just like Ning Jiang.
"Hm?"
All three glanced at Ning Jiang in surprise. Seeing the mask on his face, they couldn't identify him, but anyone who could stand with them in the Ninth-Mile zone possessed strength that couldn't be underestimated.
"Who are you? I don't believe we've ever met."
Among the three, an old man wore a straw cloak and a conical hat. His voice was hoarse, and he appeared utterly unremarkable, yet no one present dared to look down on him.
"The world is vast. There will always be people you don't know," Ning Jiang murmured, his voice ethereal.
