The river in the Land of Sealing wasn't particularly wide, about eight or nine meters, but it was very deep. At least from above, one couldn't clearly see the shape of the fine gold coffin— it must have been at least five or six meters deep.
The artificial traces were quite obvious, with virtually no silt present. Where it originated and where it flowed were unknown; it was merely a passerby, a tool.
As for naming the five treants, naturally it was the simplest and most straightforward way, from one to five.
To facilitate differentiation, Mr. Gaven even had them directly condense large, capital numbers— one, two, three, four, five— onto themselves, simple and clear.
After all, their intelligence wasn't very high, and they didn't care about this at all.
Yiliu responded in a muffled voice and then slowly walked up, only to completely disappear with one step.
