With the departure of the hunting party, the forest around Xu Feng and Xu Hu Zhe seemed to come alive once more. The tranquility of nature was broken by the absence of the four men, leaving behind an eerie sense of solitude.
It was as if the animals, sensing the absence of the obvious threats, had resumed their natural activities. Small creatures like rabbits and squirrels darted among the underbrush, their movements graceful and swift.
The small animals stayed mostly out of sight, but the sense of fear from earlier had dissipated.
In the distance, their raised clearing offered a glimpse of the hill they had navigated earlier. The path they had climbed and descended now seemed like a distant memory, replaced by the serene beauty of the forest.
At the very least, Xu Feng wanted to block out the memories from the early morning trek.
