If asked, on this thrilling night of battle with the Wood Puppet Monster, who was the most relaxed?
It definitely wasn't the strongest, Yang Ning and Li Hu.
It was Xia Chuan, who had stayed outside the entrance of the valley.
The commotion inside the valley was so loud, especially towards the end, that the ground was shaking. Even someone outside the passage, within a few hundred meters, could hear it clearly.
These noises echoed in Xia Chuan's ears, worrying him deeply.
He was like an ant on a hot pan outside, anxious about Xia Hong and the safety of everyone at the Great Xia Camp, wanting countless times to rush in and help. In the beginning, he had even taken a few steps into the passage a few times.
By a stroke of fate, one time he was ready to go in and check on the situation, a large pile of rubble fell from above and blocked the inner entrance of the passage, preventing him from going in.
When the passage opened later, Xia Chuan hesitated to go in again.
