After walking for two hours, Apollo crossed the vast grasslands and began to encounter small mountains rising in the distance. He couldn't tell whether it was luck or something else, but his journey had been surprisingly uneventful so far, with no obstacles or encounters along the way.
As Apollo crossed the grasslands, his spiritual sense detected the presence of others about five or six miles away. And it wasn't just a single individual but a group of around fifteen people.
The group of around fifteen people, five or six miles away, was moving steadily in his direction. They seemed to be like hunters who came to hunt; their clothes or weapons also seemed crude, like some wild tribes.
He didn't directly think about confronting them first, as they were the first group of people he met. It would be better if he could talk with them and understand something about this world.
