After walking for two more days, Raven and the Red Moon Valley elves reached a narrow tributary which was only 10 yards wide. It was only around half a day’s distance if they travelled by trees like the elves, but it had taken longer because Raven could not travel as such.

The narrow, shallow river was murky, and the jungle on the other side appeared dark and gloomy. According to Eltuan, the water served as a boundary of the land under the control of the Red Moon Valley elves. As soon as they crossed the river, the land would be infested with monsters.

However, Raven smiled at her words while telling her not to worry. Eltuan and the elves were a little puzzled at his carefree attitude. It seemed he was still unaware of the true horrors of the Great Forest.

However, she and the elven warriors understood the reason for his ease within hours. By now, Raven had fully recovered from his injuries and regained his stamina. He slightly exudated the Spirit of the White Dragon after crossing the river.

In human cities or villages, he did not exert his spirit except in battles since he did not need to attract any attention and put pressure on people...