Ye Xuan's expression shifted as he too followed Zuo Lingyun over.
After a mere dozen minutes, they saw several disciples of the Heavenly Martial Holy Land on a hill ahead, with Yu Tiancheng leading them.
Lying on the ground were several corpses with tragic expressions, all of whom were also disciples of the Heavenly Martial Holy Land.
"What happened?"
Looking at the corpses on the ground, Zuo Lingyun asked with a solemn face.
"There's an ancient serpent nearby; we inadvertently disturbed the creature while gathering herbs. As a result, these few junior brothers fell victim to its venom," replied Yu Tiancheng, painting a vivid picture of the encounter with the ancient serpent, a hint of dread seemingly lingering in his heart.
"Is that so? Where is the ancient serpent now?"
Zuo Lingyun's brow furrowed; the ancient serpent, like the Tree-man King, should be a very rare creature, but she was unsure of its strength.
