"Stay in groups of at least three," Zhao concluded, his owl's penetrating gaze sweeping across the gathered students.
"Report anything unusual and remember... While safety is paramount, don't forget this is a gathering class. Your grades will depend directly on the quantity and quality of materials you obtain."
As students began organizing themselves, Ren studied the nearest trees. The mushrooms in his hair pulsed gently, revealing patterns others might miss.
The silk was valuable, yes, but he knew the real treasures lay at the edges of the marked territory, where beasts still maintained their natural behavior, undisturbed by human presence.
'I just need to be careful,' he thought while the mushrooms pulsed softly in agreement. 'And choose the right moment.'
"Now," Zhao spread his wings while surveying the students, his owl's influence making his presence even more imposing.
