"Wugong Clan Chief?"
Hearing the joyous shouts of the meat cutting workers in the valley, Hu Ma couldn't help but pause, thinking, Had the Witchman Clan Chief, who ordered the Sealed Valley, really come over?
Looking intently, what drifted from outside the valley wasn't fog, but rather people walking and sprinkling handfuls of mysterious white powder. As they moved forward, it seemed as if they walked with the morning mist.
The three figures walking within the mist appeared quite mysterious and elusive.
As the powder was scattered, from the lush forest on both sides of the path leading into the valley, a great RUSTLE arose. Countless insects hurriedly escaped to the sides of the road, like a tidal wave.
The three people walked to the edge of the valley and stopped. They set down the bamboo flutes from their lips. By then, someone had already informed Mine Chief Zhuang, who rushed over, wearing an outer robe, and brought others to welcome them.
