When Mu Xuan and the others disappeared without a trace, several figures suddenly appeared in the valley. They were all monarch-level existences.
"Principal Hua, isn't this too risky? We know almost nothing about the situation in the Lost Mystic Realm. We only know that only people under the age of 30 are allowed to enter…" A rough middle-aged man asked.
Hua Linxian shook his head. "We have to take the risk. Once those organizations discover the truth, our situation will be even more difficult! We have to race against time!"
A middle-aged woman sighed and said, "But, handing it to a group of little guys who haven't graduated…"
Hua Linxian smiled faintly. "We have to trust them.
"I've already made predictions… They will definitely succeed!"
"…"
Thud! Thud! Thud!