The old man wearing a wooden crown of emerald leaves seemed to know that this was rather unreliable. Afraid of displeasing them, he smiled awkwardly. "I was only speaking casually. Do as you see fit, sir. If there is nothing else, we shall take our leave."
"Wait!" Yue Qianchou raised a hand to stop them. Staring at the halted old man, he slowly asked, "The Ancient Forest is so vast. How am I supposed to find its central region?" Da Minglun looked at him speechlessly. It seemed this fellow truly intended to waste his effort on such a futile task.
The old man was quite frank. He once again pointed due east, his expression solemn. "Travel straight east. When you see a waterfall on a bare cliff and a solitary ancient tree, you will have reached the very center of the Ancient Forest. The surroundings there are distinctive and easy to spot. You will naturally see it once you arrive." He then kindly warned them, "If you truly intend to go, this old man suggests that you travel straight through the air. It may spare you some unnecessary trouble. You must know that not everything within the Ancient Forest is benevolent. I have said all that needs saying. Farewell!"
The other seven also cupped their hands in farewell. The earth beneath them surged like a fountain, swallowing all eight people in an instant. In the blink of an eye, they vanished without a trace.
"Did you really receive some invitation to visit Musha Sea?" Da Minglun suddenly turned back and asked.
Yue Qianchou swept his gaze over the surroundings and answered with a mocking chuckle instead, "Things have already come to this, so let's treat it as a chance to broaden our horizons. Go!" He shot into the sky and