Time flew by, and before they knew it, half a day had passed.
Inside a hidden treehouse far from Chen Mo's cabin, the White-Haired Ape Leader was privately discussing matters with his subordinates.
"Leader, is that human really that strong?"
"Isn't it somewhat inappropriate to just hand over our tribe's core cultivation technique?"
"Even if that human is a seventh-rank expert, our tribe has three seventh-rank combatants including you, Leader. Could we really not take down one man?"
"..."
Listening to his subordinates speak with righteous indignation while wisely keeping their voices low in such a cowardly manner, a trace of disdain flashed beneath the White-Haired Ape Leader's calm gaze.
"By your logic, should I immediately take the elders and fight that human to the death, never resting until one side dies, while conveniently destroying the Tree of Life as well?"
"This..."
Sensing the dissatisfaction and chill in their leader's words, all the subordinates lowered their heads.
They had come to their senses as well.
In a three-against-one fight, they certainly held the advantage and had a great chance of winning.
But if seventh-rank combatants fought with everything they had, their destructive power would be far too great.
Without a Formation Technique barrier to protect it, their tribal grounds would inevitably be completely destroyed, and the Tree of Life would not be able to withstand the ravages of seventh-rank combatants either.
By then, whether they won or lost, they would all be losers.
Without their home and without the Tree of Life, they would lose the foundation needed to rise and live steadily within the Hundred Thousand Mountains. They would become sinners of the White-Haired Ape Tribe.
At that thought, cold sweat drenched them.
Compared to their leader, they had been far too naïve.
Seeing his subordinates' conduct now, the