Gradually, Bai He and the others had been lurking on the valley wall for a full day, quietly observing everything that happened near the valley.
Until near nightfall, the numerous cultivators dispatched by the Treant Valley Alliance had all returned, but they brought back the bad news that they still hadn't found Bai He and the others.
Yet Zhao Lin'er could not lose her temper; she could only gently advise them that haste makes waste, saying today was simply Bai He and the others' good luck and they certainly wouldn't escape in the future.
In the blink of an eye, night had fallen, and a grand alliance gathering was held in Treant Valley. Bai He and Xiao Chen prepared to sneak in while everyone was enjoying themselves, but unexpectedly, before long, a commotion suddenly came from the valley.
A Cyan Treant suddenly ran out of the valley with great strides, and on the treant's arms and torso, there were actually large patches of char and blackness.
"Isn't this the treant that was burned by my Flame Hell Dragon fire?"
Looking at the treant fleeing in great strides, Bai He couldn't help narrowing his eyes.
"Look, it's Yarold and Keao!"
Beside him, Xiao Chen said in a low voice.
Only then did Bai He discover that, perched atop this treant's head, two figures were actually lurking, and upon looking closely, they were precisely Yarold and Keao!
"Quick, chase them! Don't let them run!"
From the valley came Zhao Lin'er's sharp cry, followed shortly afterward by a large group of cultivators who chased after the treant.
By the time Zhao Lin'er led the large group of people and had vanished into the darkness, Bai He and Xiao Chen finally walked out cautiously from the valley wall.
Just as the two were preparing