[…Somewhere in the First Order…]
Within a dense, emerald jungle of giant trees enveloped in vines or hanging leaves, the man hummed to himself while walking.
Despite the colossal insects that clung to the vine-wrapped trees, from elongated centipedes of tough shells to beetles, he didn't flinch at their presence.
["Status"]
[Name: Muyang] [Class: Martial Artist] [Level: 52]
"Boy, I sure am lost…" The man remarked, scratching his head as he looked up while walking.
A scar ran across his nose, with a ponytail descending his back. Despite the humid conditions in the faraway jungled, he wore his black tangzhuang, only with the sleeves rolled up.
"Phew, it's hot, too…Seriously, where even am I?" Muyang questioned out loud while aimlessly walking.
A yawn left the bored man's lips as he navigated the jungle, using the polearm he wielded to part the intrusive vines.
