Led by the dwarf goblin, after passing through a golden oak forest, everyone reached the center of the valley. There was a clearing in the forest, and under the bright light pouring down from above the cave, stood a small dwarf hill. A towering ancient tree grew atop the hill, so ancient that it could hardly sprout new branches, and on its cracked and dried bark, an elderly face appeared.
Upon seeing that face, Fang Hong seemed to subconsciously guess that this was the owner of the voice. At that moment, he felt as if the entity looked in their direction from afar, perhaps unintentionally.
Then, he once again heard the gentle, elderly voice within the world of the mind:
"Thank you for coming here, young ones."
Fang Hong immediately asked, "What is this place? Why did you bring us here, was it because of those monsters outside?"
"Don't worry, I will answer your questions one by one. They are not monsters, but ancient guardians," the voice replied slowly.
"Ancient guardians?"
