Chang Xinrou said, "After that, we inexplicably stumbled into the Ancient Ruins, and then Brigadier General Zhang sacrificed himself. Without a leader, internal conflict broke out in our team, splitting into three different ten-thousand-member groups. These three groups clearly left the Ancient Ruins at the same time, yet we didn't arrive at the exit simultaneously."
"You mean..." Yang Yuan raised his eyebrows.
"That's right, it's as if there was an invisible hand separating us, breaking us apart, and scattering us across the world."
Chang Xinrou said with a somber face, "Benefactor, you should remember I mentioned before about saving others in the mist?"
"Yes, go on." Yang Yuan nodded.
Chang Xinrou said, "Before that mist appeared, we actually tried to contact the other two teams. After the Park brothers slaughtered Brigadier General Zhang's close aides, the other two teams were furious when they learned about it and wanted to join forces with us to confront the Park brothers."
