Infiltrating the Ape Clan Holy Mountain had taken Qin Feng considerable effort, but the descent was remarkably easy.
The powerhouses on the Ape Clan Holy Mountain were still reveling in the afterglow of the Cyan Forest Banquet. Most of them were busy absorbing the benefits they had gained.
Qin Feng slipped out of the Holy Mountain and reappeared in the ravine below. He stood atop a bluestone, the creek gurgling beneath his feet as the clear spring water SPLASHED over the rocks.
He glanced back at the Ape Clan Holy Mountain, which was shrouded in a thick veil of clouds and mist.
This was the calm before the storm.
Once the Ape Race powerhouses discovered that the Spiritual Light Cave had been plundered and their young prodigies killed, the entire Heaven-Reaching Ridge would likely be torn apart by their frenzy.
A sense of urgency gripped Qin Feng. With a flicker, his form reappeared dozens of yards away. From the foot of the mountain, he scanned his surroundings.
