Yang Qing and the others watched from afar as the people with sickles cut down the wheat stalks, stroke after stroke.
The wheat stalks, which had originally stood half a person tall, were reduced to short stubs beneath their sickles.
Yang Qing and his companions stood there watching, but those people seemed not to see them at all. They simply kept swinging the sickles in their hands.
"Something about these people doesn't look right."
Jiang Zhizhou studied them for a long while before saying to Yang Qing, "Could these be the Immortal Thunder Kingdom people Wood spoke of earlier?"
No one other than the Immortal Thunder Kingdom people could come and go freely within the Immortal Thunder Kingdom Underground Palace.
Even the Hidden Clan, which shared the same roots as the Immortal Thunder Kingdom, could not enter and leave this place so freely.
When Wood saw those people, his face suddenly filled with bewildered shock. "Could it be that the legend wasn't just empty words?"
Yet the more they looked at those people moving back and forth, the more eerily strange they seemed.
They had not come here to watch these people harvest wheat.
Wood thought for a moment, then turned to Yang Qing. "Young Master, as far as I know, an entirely different world lies beyond this Wheatfield."
"But naturally, there's no way of knowing what that world contains. My ancestor only reached the far end of the Wheatfield back then. He never managed to enter."
What Wood meant was perfectly clear.
If they wanted to continue searching for the Spirit-Passing Treasure Pearl, perhaps they would have to cross this Wheatfield before deciding their next move.
But no one knew what else might be lurking within the Wheatfield.
As he watched those people, who remained oblivious to what was