Lin Xiaoyue didn't care about the other wild animals that ran away. She smiled and ran toward the stream.
The sound of running disturbed more small animals by the stream and made them scutter away.
Lin Xiaoyue didn't care. She waded to the other side of the stream and put the deer that she had shot down into her interspatial ring.
The trees by the stream weren't tall. Without the shade of the trees, Lin Xiaoyue felt even hotter.
Seeing that the stream was clear, she walked over, squatted down, and drank a few mouthfuls of water. Then she washed her face.
The mountain breeze blew on her delicate face, instantly bringing waves of coolness.
Lin Xiaoyue narrowed her eyes and rested for a while before she began to observe the stream.
The stream flowed between the two mountains, and she could not see the end of it.
As she followed the stream, she knew that the water would eventually converge into the Long River.
