"Elder Zhu Chuan, the territory of the human Su Mo has been slow to let us in. Is it because their strength hasn't even reached one tenth of ours…..."
"These sentry clansmen, none of them look like strong men, be it the looks or the weapons they use, could it be..."
The weather in the basin had turned into a gratifying sunny day.
Yet strangely, it was still pouring rain along the boundary of the basin.
Standing in the torrential rain, the six treefolks shook off the accumulating water on their bodies from time to time and whispered into each other.
The shortest among them was also more than seven meters high, and the leaves were shattering and falling wildly as they spoke, making a rustling sound.
The tallest was the tree man called Elder Zhu Chuan, who seemed to be at least twelve meters in height, and his body was covered with broad, green leaves.