It had taken Lin Xiao almost four days to make it out of the mountain forest. On the third day, he had found a small thatched hut in the woods, which seemed to be a spot where hunters rested. Following the trails down the mountain, he had wandered around for the better part of the day before finally finding a path trodden by people.
Fortunately, he had prepared a set of leather armor this time, which would have been tough to manage with heavy plate armor even with his current constitution.
As he passed through a thicket, he came upon a wilderness overgrown with waist-high weeds. Looking into the distance, he could faintly make out the shadow of thatched huts and wisps of faint blue smoke.
"There's a village!"
He tidied himself up a bit and waded through the tall weeds toward it.
The wasteland was truly barren, infested with insects and venomous snakes—he must have stepped on no fewer than ten venomous snakes along the way.
