At the entrance beach of Yin Valley in Yin Yang Valley, Chu Han and the Merfolk Saintess walked side by side along a narrow path.
"Thanks again for the Water Tribe's help this time." Chu Han spoke casually, though there was a trace of regret on his face, and his gaze seemed somewhat distant.
Yu Rounü looked calm. "You risked your life to enter the Water Tribe Graveyard in Yang Valley again. It was only right for the Water Tribe to help you. It was just Silver Purifying Water; this sea had plenty of it."
Chu Han shook his head. "Unfortunately, after the graveyard was completely flooded, the magnetic field and water pressure became problems. Even though I came prepared, I still couldn't dive in. If you hadn't left those golden shells with me, I might not even have found the way back."
A strange smile flickered in Yu Rounü's eyes. "The real reason you regret it is that the clue to the Fire Tribe's sacred relic has been lost again."
Chu Han said nothing, tacitly admitting it. But then he suddenly turned, his eyes sharp. "The Water Tribe guards the entrance to Yin Yang Valley. Have any strangers entered over the past few months?"
What Chu Han meant was naturally the group of Fire Tribe members he had encountered in the Grand Canyon. They had vanished completely after the volcanic eruption. By Chu Han's reasoning, the Fire Tribe should have returned to Yin Yang Valley, yet there was no reason the Water Tribe would not have noticed. Although there were two entrances, both were under the Water Tribe's watch.
Could they have died in the volcanic eruption?
Chu Han frowned. The thought immediately put him in a foul mood.
Yu Rounü smiled at Chu Han and continued walking beside