The trembling voice echoed through the passage, intertwined with panicked and rapid breathing.
Lin Yue and Bai exchanged a glance.
A person? Are the ones coming from over there people?
Bai nodded slightly, as if he could now guess Lin Yue's thoughts, making Lin Yue really want to vent his sarcasm.
The passage continuously emitted a series of faint, fragmented sounds. Lin Yue thought it didn't sound like one person; it seemed more like a group of people had arrived.
What kind of luck is this, running into someone else in these Underground Ruins in the middle of the night besides himself?
Furthermore, if they shout about Tang Country again...
Lin Yue felt it was strange that out of the ten thousand people in the group, he hadn't seen many from Tang Country, yet he always seemed to encounter them.
He discovered that the probability of hearing Tang Country's language had been quite high recently.
