When the doors opened, about ten people walked out. There were both men and women, all dressed in white with buns secured tightly at the back of their heads, holding swords that were similar to the one Zan Zichen had used. In unison, they pointed over at them.
"Zan Zichen!" The man at the front looked over in shock. The moment he spoke, a ruckus erupted behind him.
"It's really… really him! He's alive!"
"How is that possible? No one has ever left the demonic realm alive."
"He managed to survive his exile in the demonic realm, he must really be a spy from the demonic race."
"I guess Elder was right, he is indeed part of the demonic race."
"He is indeed the thief of the combat transformation pill!"
"Zan Zichen!" The man that spoke earlier took a large step forward. His grip on the sword tightened evidently when he did so, and murderous intent flashed on his face. "You traitor, how dare you come back?"
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