Changbai Mountain, Rice Bowl Valley.
The Administrators were probing towards the Demon Race's territory based on the rough location where the Snake Demon was slain.
After trekking deep into the mountains for quite a while, they could see a tranquil valley.
A light mist filled the valley, creating a dreamy and surreal atmosphere, as if it were a celestial realm in the Mortal World.
Xiang Jiaseng was trembling with fear.
One of the Administrators comforted him:
"Don't worry, we'll protect you.
If anything happens to you, we'll take care of your family."
Xiang Jiaseng secretly sulked.
Take care of my family?
My useless older brother, or that good-for-nothing father?
I don't even take care of my father, why would I need you to?
"Stop right there! What are you doing!"
Suddenly, angry shouts came from beside a stream.
The Administrators frowned.
Judging by the tone, could these be mountain bandits?
How could anyone be in a place like this?
