Once again, he glanced at the bronze door pendant hanging on his chest, and Pang Jian felt it was becoming more and more mysterious.
An hour later,
A slightly tired Pang Jian had killed a roe deer. After some rudimentary processing, he started a fire to cook it, and soon, the roe deer meat was fragrant and succulent.
While eating the firm meat, Pang Jian discovered that since waking up in the dim stone path, his appetite had greatly increased, with a particular craving for meat.
A roe deer that weighed dozens of pounds was devoured in no time, and as he looked at the bones scattered on the ground, he suddenly heard the familiar cry of an eagle.
Looking up, sure enough, he saw a dark gray eagle appear in the sky once more.
"Why is it watching me?"
Pang Jian asked, frowning in confusion.
At Crescent Lake, this eagle had circled overhead, observing him from many angles for a long time before reluctantly departing.
