A hidden path in the dense forest appeared before Wang Chen.
He had discovered this path not long ago while hunting, with fresh traces of pedestrians and hunters still visible on it.
Wang Chen followed the path.
After walking for several miles, the path turned into a real mountain road—covered with thick stone slabs.
The surfaces of the stone slabs were densely packed with the vicissitudes of the years, bearing deep marks from countless footsteps.
Continuing for another mile, the path split into two forks ahead.
Left or right?
Wang Chen hesitated for a moment, not making an immediate decision but instead sitting down on a stone under a nearby tree.
Clearly meant for travelers to rest their feet, the stone was worn smooth.
Wang Chen took off the water skin hanging at his waist and took a sip of the cool spring water.
