"Alright, we definitely won't become a burden to you, my lords."
"If we encounter danger, my lords can abandon us."
Qing Luo's voice was resolute.
That was what made Ye Lin agree to her request.
The deal between both sides was settled.
Qing Luo led the survivors of the Green Vine Tribe in cleaning up the aftermath.
They dug usable supplies out of the ruins and gathered the corpses of their clansmen.
However, they did not bury their clansmen's bodies in the earth. Instead, they gathered the corpses together and placed a kind of glowing mushroom among them.
These mushrooms secreted a mysterious green liquid. Once the liquid came into contact with the corpses, the bodies actually began to melt away and decompose.
Then they merged into the earth.
The four of Ye Lin's group rested at the edge of the basin while studying the map.
"This valley is probably far from simple."
Sword Demon stroked his chin as he looked at the map in Ye Lin's hand.
"The residual Sword Intent can form a projection that persists without dispersing, and this map is extremely ancient. If that Sword Intent still remains even now, then that would be rather terrifying."
"The sword puppets within have been marked by these natives as extremely dangerous. That proves they are truly dangerous."
"After all, these natives can create giant stone puppets at the first level of the Quasi-Saint realm."
Sword Demon analyzed the situation.
These natives might look very weak.
But their ancestors were definitely far from ordinary.
Anyone capable of creating giant stone guardians at the first level of the Quasi-Saint realm must have possessed heaven-reaching methods.
The sword puppets they had hailed as a great terror were likely at the third or even fourth level of the Quasi-Saint realm.
If they