When they arrived at the valley, Quincy and everyone else breathed a sigh of relief.

The valley was quiet, and there was a clearing in the middle with only a few sparse trees around. They had a clear view to observe the situation around them. It was a very conducive resting place.

However, Darryl looked at the giant trees carefully and frowned.

The quieter the place in front of him, the more Darryl had a hunch. He had some doubt about those big trees; he felt that they were very different from the trees he had seen before.

The branches were twisted like ferocious teeth and claws; they resembled ghosts and had a wicked vibe.

"Alright!"

Quincy found a flat area, sat down cross-legged, and said, "Everyone, just cultivate and recuperate here."

Everyone began to look for a place to settle down and meditate.

"Wait!" Darryl cried, "This is not a good place!"

Everyone looked at each other in surprise!

"Darryl!" Weston yelled, "What now?"

Darryl remained quiet and looked