Jared exhaled deeply. His tone was grim. “Looks like we’ve been pulled into an ancient ruin… This might be the real secret behind the Floating Island…”

Jemima swallowed hard. “Does that mean… We can’t get back?”

The idea of being trapped here frightened her. The eerie, oppressive silence of this place sent a chill down  spine.

Jared didn’t answer. His eyes were locked on the deeper ruins ahead, where a low rumble echoed from the shadows. It sounded like something was awakening. Then, all of a sudden, a burst of white light appeared, making both Jared and Jemima flinch.

When the light faded, a tall man in green stood before them. A massive blade rested across his back, and radiated an unmistakable, battle-hardened aura.

The newcomer looked surprised to see them. “How’d you two end up here? Your cultivation levels are so weak!”

Jared examined the man carefully. He was clearly at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Five. That caught Jared off guard. Experts of that level should’ve long since left the first level. Yet this man, unmistakably at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Five, stood right in front of him.