From the sublime tree, Tang Hao walked deeper into a valley in the mountains.
Many people were gathered at the valley entrance. There was an ancient tree in the middle of the valley.
The ancient tree was only three or four meters tall. Its branches and leaves were sparse.
People were sitting under the tree in a circle. They were meditating with their eyes closed as if they were thinking of something.
The people at the valley entrance turned around and looked at where the sublime tree was.
"Why is it so quiet there?"
"Ha, those whelps must be tired from fighting!"
Everyone discussed and did not think much of it.
There had been quite a big commotion, but that was because so many prodigies were gathered there. They must be fighting over who gets to claim the sublime fruit.
After discussing for a while, they looked toward the valley impatiently.
"They're really taking their time!"
