"Could it be that the barrier formation has failed?"
Seeing with their own eyes that the old woman had passed straight through the barrier formation, people panicked.
They hadn't realized that the formation could only block those ancient creatures — it couldn't stop anyone from outside.
Their first instinct was to assume the formation had failed, and that if the ancient creatures appeared again, they would no longer be bound by it.
Many people immediately leaped into the air and fled the area.
By now, only the Cloud Spirit Clan and a scant few others — including Linghu An'an — remained.
"Patriarch, the changes in Elephant Valley are exactly as that person predicted."
"We should leave too. If we stay any longer, our entire clan may be wiped out."
At that moment, a large group from the Cloud Spirit Clan had gathered around a tall, upright man, urging him on.
That man was none other than the Cloud Spirit Clan's strongest warrior — their patriarch, a figure so renowned that even the Crimson Saint Ground couldn't command his respect.
Now, this man who feared nothing in heaven or earth stared at the transformation of Elephant Valley, and even in his deep eyes, there flickered a heavy sense of unease.
He knew full well that Elephant Valley could no longer serve as their home.
"I never imagined that beneath our Cloud Spirit Clan's territory, ancient creatures truly existed," the patriarch sighed.
Then he turned toward Linghu An'an and called out, "Miss."
Whoosh—
With a flick of his arm, a streak of green light shot toward Linghu An'an.
She reached out and caught it, only to discover with astonishment that it was a green porcelain bowl.
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Linghu An'an stared at the bowl in her hands, her gaze growing complicated.
After all, it was because of this very bowl that
"A treasure of this value — how could I not have secured it?"
"You young people are so reckless. You should have come directly to me to request this treasure. Instead, you charged into that lake without a second thought."
"Never mind. At this point, blame is useless."
"Leave quickly. And be sure to notify your White Clothing Nunnery's leader — tell him that the words that person spoke all those years ago have come true. This place can no longer be occupied. Have him take the disciples and leave immediately."
With that, the Cloud Spirit Clan patriarch soared into the sky.
Behind him, the rest of the Cloud Spirit Clan followed — countless streaks of light shooting toward the distant horizon like arrows.
After the Cloud Spirit Clan's main force departed, the few remaining people also rose and fled.
In the end, only Linghu An'an,
"Miss An'an, let's go too," Pang Bo said to her.
"I'm going to stay here and wait for my young miss. You two go ahead."
"Oh, and please — would you deliver this to our leader?" Linghu An'an handed the green porcelain bowl to Pang Bo and his father.
"Alright then."
Though they hadn't known each other long, Pang Bo and his father had already come to understand what kind of person Linghu An'an was.
They didn't press her further. After accepting the green porcelain bowl, they set off in the direction of the White Clothing Nunnery.
But who could have guessed that shortly after Pang Bo and his father departed, yet another figure came flying through the air.
It was the leader of the White Clothing Nunnery.
"Leader! What are you doing here?"
Seeing the White Clothing Nunnery's leader arrive, Linghu An'an was genuinely startled.