More than a month later.
Blazing Flame River Valley.
At the center of the valley, a towering giant wood over three hundred zhang stands tall, its massive trunk and branches resembling a small mountain.
This giant wood is the trunk of an old tree transplanted from a Grotto Heaven, upon which floats a Witch Tower, with Witch Runes faintly illuminating around it, flickering and merging into the surroundings.
The black Witch Tower emits tens of thousands of rays of blue light, dropping countless streams of brilliance like a canopy, covering a three hundred li forest.
From afar, the entire clan land appears cloaked in a layer of pale green light.
Shen Can walked out of the Ancestral Temple, looking at the pervasive greenery feeling somewhat refreshed.
The first month has passed, and the Holy Envoy Race hasn't appeared.
It's already the second month now, and still no appearance.
This got him bewildered.
Shen Can even suspected if the Holy Envoy Race had forgotten about him.
