The Demon King is back, leading adorable kids on an adventure around the world!

As dawn broke, Niannian was already standing at the gate of the courtyard.

She changed out of the ripped dress from yesterday and put on a dark-colored short-sleeved shirt, tucking the cuffs in and the hem into her belt.

She looked down and examined her hands; the marks on the back of her hands were no longer visible.

He clenched his fist and then released it, the movements swift and precise, as if confirming that every link of the chain was tightly engaged.

Luo Tian walked out of the house, glanced at the people waiting at the door, said nothing, and stepped out of the courtyard.

Niannian followed behind him, Xiaoxiao followed behind her, and Xiaojin caught up from behind while still tying her sleeves. Luo Nannan walked on the outermost side.

The distance from the Fang family home to that shallow valley wasn't far; they arrived in about half an hour.

The valley was quieter in the early morning than yesterday. The tent was still in the same place, but there were some signs of temporary reinforcement around it.

Several short stakes were planted in the ground on the flank, and a piece of coarse cloth was draped diagonally over them, as if some new people had been added to the group that had evacuated yesterday.

Several stacks of boxes were piled up on the open ground near the tent. One of them was open, revealing the edges of medicinal herbs and ores inside.

Niannian stood at the edge of the valley and looked down. She saw four people standing outside the tent, more than yesterday.

She turned back and whispered to Luo Tian, ​​"Should we go straight down?" Luo Tian replied, "Wait a minute."

They waited a while, and then the tent flap was lifted.

The middle-aged man in the dark robe from yesterday came out, stood at the tent entrance, and looked into the distance, as if checking today's weather.

He paused when he saw people standing at the edge of the valley, but did not immediately return to his tent.

He stood there for a few moments, as if trying to discern the newcomer's clothing and build, and recognized him as the same person who had visited yesterday.

He pulled the curtain aside, said something to someone inside, and two more people came out of the tent.

The three people stood in front of the tent, neither moving nor turning back.

Luo Tian walked down, and Niannian followed half a step behind him, her steps landing on the edge of his footprints.

Each step landed precisely where he had just stepped, as if walking along a pre-drawn line, the fine dust kicked up by her feet rising and falling between each step.

He stopped about five steps away from the tent.

The three men were standing in front of the tent, and the one in the middle spoke up:

"You came yesterday. And you brought people again today. Have you thought it through?"

Luo Tian did not answer; he took another half step forward.

Niannian also came out from behind Luo Tian. She stood beside Luo Tian and glanced at the three people in front of the tent.

His gaze swept over their faces, then fell on the row of short stakes stuck in the ground on the side of the tent. He counted them; there were six in total.

The person on the left of the three people opposite took a step forward, but he had only taken half a step and his movement was not yet fully unfolded.

The ground beneath my feet suddenly lit up, and the rubble beneath was rapidly rearranging itself, like a layer of freshly turned soil.

A thin layer of green light separated the sole of his shoe from the ground, and the momentum of his foot pushing forward was partially neutralized by that green light.

He landed about two inches further than he had expected, his body shifted slightly by half a degree, and he was no longer aligned with Zheng Nian Nian's position.

He glanced down at his feet; the green light had disappeared, but he didn't move forward.

Luo Tian raised his right hand, without gathering any strength or warning, and simply pushed it forward lightly, like lifting a curtain.

The three people simultaneously took half a step back.

The one standing in the middle only managed to say half of what he was about to say; the rest of the words got stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.

It was as if he was being held down by something, but the people around him had already taken half a step back.

That half-step wasn't a large distance, but it was clearer than every previous step, like a wall slowly pressing in from the side, its edge gradually closing in.

Luo Tian withdrew his hand and did nothing more, simply standing there watching those people.

The area around the tent was quiet for several breaths before people began to approach from the outside of the valley, their footsteps somewhat uneven.

It looked like a group of people were walking this way at the same time, with the distance between each person's footsteps greater than usual.

Niannian glanced back and saw that the people had already walked to within twenty steps of her.

It neither accelerated nor decelerated; it simply moved forward, as smoothly and steadily as water flowing over the ground.

Upon reaching their destination, everyone stopped; no one turned around, and no one stopped midway.

Once they were in place, they maintained their initial distance, neither moving forward nor backward, simply standing quietly, more fixed than any other posture.

More people appeared from the other side of the valley, this time in larger numbers, but they moved slowly and stopped intermittently.

One of them stopped and looked down at his ankle, as if he had tripped over a stone on the side of the road, or as if he was just tired of standing and wanted to shift his weight.

Niannian saw someone look down at their ankle, then look up again.

Then he took another step, but his foot landed slightly further inward than before, as if he had stepped into an uneven patch of ground, about half an inch deeper.

He wanted to make a change, but the spot was already taken.

Someone shouted something in the distance, but the wind muffled most of the voice, making it impossible to hear the exact words, though the direction was clear.

Those who were heading this way stopped at the same moment and did not go any further.

Niannian saw that they stopped right on either side of the valley entrance, forming an open enclosure.

But they didn't continue to approach, as if someone had given them a stop signal, telling them to stop at the predetermined position and not go any further.

The expressions of the three people in front of the tent also changed.

The one in the middle glanced at Luo Tian, ​​then at the people who were stopping at the valley entrance.

His lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

Luo Tian didn't look at him, turned around and walked back. After taking two steps, he turned to Niannian and said, "I'm leaving."

Niannian responded and turned to follow them, and Xiaoxiao also turned around.

Xiao Jin and Luo Nannan followed behind without looking back at the tent.

When they emerged from the valley, no one was chasing after them.

Niannian looked back again. The tent was still standing there, and the people on both sides of the valley entrance were slowly dispersing.

Instead of converging towards the tents, they each walked away into the distance along the shadows of the valley walls.

Like a sheet of paper being torn apart by the wind, blown in different directions, its edges are thinning and becoming finer until they blend into the shadows of the background.

She glanced at them for a few moments, then turned around and followed the person in front of her.