"Senior, do you know my eldest senior disciple?" Jian Tianxin clearly heaved a sigh of relief. Yan Moshan's approach was impressive, looking majestic and adding quite a bit of momentum. In their minds, Yan Moshan was undoubtedly an expert, yet he stayed at the entrance and refused to enter. As soon as they arrived, he immediately fixed his gaze on them, which made them somewhat uneasy.
Now, hearing that he might know their eldest senior disciple, their vigilance was instantly relaxed, and they all breathed easier. To be honest, talking to a strong figure whose background and attitude were unknown was really stressful.
"Yes, we know each other, but we don't have much contact. Isn't this the first layer of the Eighteen Layers of Hell? They say that this place is overrun by demons, ghosts, and goblins, and there are countless Outer Realm Demons. So why is it that, as I stand here and look into the distance, I don't see any?"