At dawn, the sun rose in the east, and the sky was clear for thousands of miles.
Within a deep mountain gorge, a five-meter-wide shallow stream flowed through a sparse forest.
A fallen withered tree hung over the riverbank, with various sizes of grey and black stones scattered along both banks.
Some partially melted and fragmented thin ice clung to the edges of the rocks, through which the clear water babbled and occasionally sprayed droplets, wetting the surface of the stones.
On the riverbank, on a large rock the size of a millstone, a flash of black light appeared, and Chen Mu's figure materialized.
Stretching lazily towards the rising sun, a unique winter dry chill brushed against his face, and Chen Mu suddenly shivered, feeling refreshed and energized.
This was his sixth day away from Black Wind Hollow.
