Lu Li gazed into the deep above.
They carried their oil lamps, searching the stairs for their lost companions. Strange and eerie occurrences unfolded: they didn't see Wenger blown away by the wind, nor did they see Naveen who had sneaked into the Inner World.
This mysterious airflow also existed in the Inner World.
If they failed to grab onto something in time, the unknown airflow at least carried people to the upper levels.
Along the way, they saw broken oil lamps and Wenger's shoes, but no bloodstains.
Not even the slightest sound came from above, as if they vanished like cotton fluff in the wind.
"I'll go find them..." Naveen took out a lamp.
"Wait a moment."
Lu Li temporarily handed the oil lamp to Porter. He and Naveen stepped down the stairs in confusion, retreating into the darkness where the light couldn't reach.
Porter and Naveen could sense that Lu Li was just below the stairs, not far away.
After a few seconds, Lu Li's silhouette emerged safely from the darkness.
