"Elder Zhu Chuan, they have been delaying our entry into territory lord Su Mo's domain. Could it be that their strength is so lacking that they wouldn't withstand a single blow from us..."
"Judging by their attire and the weapons they hold, these human sentries don't look like formidable warriors at all. Perhaps..."
The weather inside the basin had cleared into delightful sunshine.
Oddly enough, just past the basin's borders, torrential rain continued to pour.
Standing in the downpour, six ents occasionally shook off the accumulated water from their bodies, whispering among themselves.
The shortest among them stood over seven meters tall. As they spoke, their movements sent leaves cascading down with a fierce rustling sound.
The tallest was the ent addressed as Elder Zhu Chuan, towering at least twelve meters high and covered entirely in vibrant, broad green leaves.
