He must...

Meng Xiurong stood on a large boulder, looking towards the entrance of the dungeon, with a worried expression, and biting her beautiful red lip. Her white dress—which was stained with ash and dirt—fluttered as the hot wind passed, and her long hair was tied behind her back in a pigtail. Her green charming eyes looked tired.

The lava boiled and made bubbling sounds. This place was used to be filled with deadly and vicious of monsters, but now it was empty, silent, eerie.

Behind her stood a council of mentors, including some of Purple Sun Mentors, though not many had come to the Burning Wilds. Nonetheless, none of them spoke for a long time until one of the mentors could not hold it any longer. "It's already been about a month. Do you think something bad..."