Banna Rainforest survival, day five.
Bi Fang was still wandering through the dense jungle, following the tracks on the ground in search of his target.
The hoofprints of the Wild Baizhi Ox were enormous and deep, creating pits in the moist soil of the rainforest that not even a heavy rain could easily wash away.
Inside one deep pit, several insects had drowned, struggling in vain.
Bi Fang inserted his finger into it, and the muddy water reached past his second knuckle; a weight of over a ton pressing on the moist soil made such dramatic impressions.
"The hoofprints are deep, and generally speaking, the shallower the print, the longer it's been since the target left. The deeper they are, the closer the quarry is. It looks like we're about to catch up with the Wild Baizhi Ox."
Bi Fang wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling considerably relieved, "Phew, after a day's chase, we're finally about to catch up."
