All were silent.

As far as new cultivators were concerned, the concept of Emissaries of Hell was just as foreign as any other. Fortunately, the older cultivators would have heard the legends of these existences in their lifetime, and they naturally knew it used to be reality at some point in time.

Thus, after a protracted pause, a middle-aged cultivator spoke with some tremor in his voice, “You… how do you prove this?”

It couldn’t be helped.

They had dreamt of leaving this place for far too long.

Naturally, none of them dared to shatter the glimmer of hope that had just emerged from the darkness.

“On what basis are you asking me to prove my own identity?” Qin Ye responded placidly, “But I suppose there’s no harm in proving my identity just to give you some measure of assurance, lest you forget something.”

“Let’s see… How about the fact that… you’re all still alive?”

“That’s the best proof of my identity right now.”

Everyone seized up for a moment, and then finally sighed softly.

That’s right… We’re still alive.

Had he been an evil ghost, he wouldn’t have hesitated to consume us after the draining battle earlier. Furthermore, I can see that this man has a shadow.

“Will we… really be able to leave this place?” A younger cultivator began to choke up.

“Not necessarily.” Qin Ye stroked the Harken’s back. Only he could hear the Harken’s ragged breaths right...