As dawn gradually broke, all the Martial Artists learned that the scouting team sent ahead had returned, and Steward Qian, who had gone to rescue them, had also come back.
However, members of both teams had been injured, and even after returning, they were still recuperating.
For a time, all the Martial Artists who heard the news began whispering among themselves, gradually growing concerned for their own safety. Ever since arriving in The Valley, they had indeed seen many precious things, but the truly valuable items had likely gone to only a small group within the party.
There really was not much good stuff that belonged to everyone. Take the Honey from the Red Crimson Bees, for example—each person only received one or two bottles. Yet the two Xiantian Elders had dozens of bottles in their hands.
Thus, danger was shared by everyone, while the benefits barely reached them. The thought that continuing onward might cost them their lives gradually spread, and everyone began to harbor thoughts of retreat.
"There really is danger ahead..."
"If we keep going, we might lose our lives, while those powerful people all have their own means of survival."
"What should we do? There are so few benefits, yet we still have to risk our lives. It really pisses me off."
Although all the discussions were secretly held among the Martial Artists, they gradually spread and were overheard by certain people.
As a result, both Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing heard about them.
Zhou Zixing immediately called Zhou Ke over and told him to keep an eye on their people and make sure they did not speak carelessly. Seeing Zhou Ke hesitate, he asked, "I told you to inform the others not to talk nonsense. Why haven't you gone? What are you still standing