Deep in the mountains, one figure was sitting on top of a huge cow, and other than the movement of the cow, the entire forest was silent. Wang was busy letting internal energy circulate around his body to elevate some of the achings by his muscles. The only thing that could be seen were the prints left by the cow where it was stepping in the snow. "It seems that my decision to leave this place was indeed correct! Finding food here is no longer going to be easy." As he looked at the snow below the cow's legs he sighed.
He had been too dedicated to the practice and forgot about this and when he was looking for a meal yesterday he ended up running into some man with the same clothes as the spearman whose corpse was thrown in the lake. The man was seemingly escaping from something but when he saw the spear in his hand he attacked him instantly.
