Sheral walked alone on the small path of the Spiritual Vein Forest.
The rough hemp rope still tightly bound her hands, and now Sheral had no mood to untie it.
Occasionally, one or two players would pass by on the small path of the Spiritual Vein Forest. Seeing an NPC bound by hemp rope wandering on the road, who was also quite a pretty girl, they naturally came over to ask if there were any side quests.
But halfway through their inquiries, these players all helplessly shook their heads and left.
She needed to find a way to get the protection of a holy spirit, not just one holy spirit but a guild.
Sheral watched the backs of those passing players, carefully continuing her journey on the small path of the Spiritual Vein Forest, meticulously recalling the map of the major guild strongholds she had seen before setting foot on the island.
"Where exactly are you trying to go, Sheral the Chosen?"