The moment everyone drew near, they noticed Meng Zhao's abnormal state and Gan Mingfeng's vigilance, and could not help feeling secretly alarmed. This young man called Little Meng was truly blessed with abundant natural talent and extraordinary fortune. To gain an opportunity for enlightenment amid such peril was something ordinary people would not dare dream of.
Fortunately, this enlightenment did not last long. Meng Zhao's cultivation foundation was incomparably deep, and he quickly woke.
Xu Tingyun and the others hurried forward to offer congratulations. After all, they were all in the same boat now. The stronger and more confident Meng Zhao appeared, the greater their odds of success and the safer their situation would be.
"Why isn't Brother Peng here? With his martial arts, as long as he didn't face the Beast Tide head-on, there shouldn't have been any problem. Could something else have happened?"
Min Tao snorted coldly. It was unclear whether he held too much of a grudge against Peng Haibing or truly believed it.
"Not necessarily because of the Beast Tide. I fear he heard the news of Xingtian's Head and was afraid we would never return, so he took this chance to leave us and head back down the mountain. Still, if that is truly the case, I would think more highly of him. At least he would have such decisiveness and courage."
Being alone in this danger-filled Guardian Forest was truly perilous. With more people, there was someone to watch one's back; when resting, there was someone to lend a hand. One would not have to remain on edge at all times until one wasted away to skin and bone, lost all strength, and was buried in the mountain forest.
"I don't think Uncle Peng would leave. No matter what, he is a hero in