Ten silhouettes flew in from the outside world.
"The three Sword Institutes of Conduit shall also join this competition..."
The old hag's gaze turned toward Pei Min.
Pei Min just felt a chill all over his body, as if his clothes were suddenly ripped off.
A trace of surprise flashed in the depths of the old hag's eyes, but she said nothing.
She simply turned her head, waved her hand, and the gigantic sand table shrank rapidly, transforming into a light ball that flew into her hand.
Pei Min looked at the people around him, noticing their varied ages and attire.
These must be the disciples recruited through the other two pathways that Yuu Dingshan mentioned.
Pei Min's gaze suddenly shifted to a certain spot.
There, a white-haired, weathered middle-aged man was also looking at him.
Pei Min felt a connection, as if they were the same person.
The two of them then looked in the same direction.
There stood a figure in a black robe, face obscured, also watching them.
